Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

* Sydney * I feel my throat itch and dry probably I was a little exhausted from the dancing and from the fact that Alpha Brad was getting into me. Before I could think of something else I gulp down the remaining champagne in my tall glass. The taste of the alcohol and the cold partially numb all the stress that I'm feeling. Jessica giggles beside me. "Are you that thirsty? Would you like another glass?" "Oh, yes, please. I just felt like my throat was so dry."

she said in her cracked voice; her throat was screaming for some water. “You are awake? For real?” he asked as he switched on the lights; Shayra nodded at him again; seeing his smile a warmth filled her heart. He was waiting for her. “Water,” She said as she tried to get up; Yash helped Shayra get up and adjusted the pillow behind her back as she rested her head against the headrest. Yash quickly picked up the bottle from the nightstand and made her drink some water; she nodded at him as he screwed the cap of the bottle back at it and placed it back on the nightstand.

What kind of hell is that? “Your mate will find you. He can sense you.” “No, he can’t. Our connection broke.” “Shit,” Thespian mutters. “Are you thirsty? I don’t have food…they only feed me once a week, but I have some water.” “No,” I lie. “I’ll be fine. You have some though.” He moans softly as he gets back to his feet and shuffles off into the shadows from which he came. When he returns, he carries a filthy bottle filled with murky water in his left hand. “It’s all they’ll give me.”

desire and need build to a desperate point as the alien trembled. Sloan gulped the fluid that flowed from the alien. He tried to pinpoint the taste. That wasn't jizz, and it wasn't saliva. Raspberries? Sloan licked and tried to place that particular essence. Raspberries and cool refreshing water. He drank and drank. He needed the water, and he savored it like this was the most delicious thing he'd ever had slip over his tastebuds. The flavor was like life and light. His mind seemed to expand with every suck.

I shouted back as I filled the glass up again, I drank the glass in one go and once again my thirst was not quenched, Damon came behind and held me, his chin resting on my head "How do you feel?" he almost whispered "I'm fine" I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes, his hand touched my face, as he looked into my eyes, I tried to show him I was really fine "But, I'm really thirsty, I've already drank two glasses of water, but I'm still thirsty" I got a little quiet near the end as I felt a pain in my mouth, it wasn't bad, the pain, it was just a sharp pain almost like a needle but his hand on my cheek was doing something to me, I held the hand in place as I turned my face a little to k

Slave I’m still locked up in this dungeon. I’m starving, but I’m no longer thirsty. It rained last night. A small pipe funnels through the wall and collects raindrops. I held my hands cupped together under it to catch the water and sipped it from my hands.

"How are you feeling? You gave everyone a big scare last night." Silas moved a little and winced “ I am feeling better, there is only a slight pain in my chest and it is nothing i can't handle” He looked at Jamie’s worried face and felt a bit of warmth in his heart, but he was still very confused. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief as he reached for the nightstand and handed him a glass of water to moisturize his throat. "Drink this, Socha said you need to stay hydrated." Silas took a small sip, the cool water felt good against his dry throat. He smiles at Jamie and holds his hand, squeezing it gently with an affectionate expression.

his jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple lifting and dropping, “I would never forgive myself.” My brows knit. “Is this your gentle way of saying ‘thanks for almost turning me into a sad boy’?” My voice was still rough, but the sarcasm clocked in for work. “One second for what, Zane? To change your shirt?” The corner of his mouth twitched but didn’t fully commit to a smile. “One second to think we still had time.” A wave of thirst cut through the moment. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. “Water,” I croaked, dragging a hand to my throat. “If you want me listening to a speech, give me something to drink first. My throat feels like a freeway after a riot.”

“Eat, or you'll die. It's that simple. Open your mouth, Monroe.” My lips remain sealed, defying him. The ominous tone sends a jolt through my chest, making my heart stutter before racing ahead. I crave a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of sunlight, anything to remind me I'm still alive. “I…I need to quench my thirst,” I whisper, my voice cracking on the words. “And a bath…please.” The words are a desperate plea, torn from my parched throat. “One step at a time, then.” His deep, velvety voice wraps around me, comforting and unsettling at the same time. “You must be dying of thirst. Here, drink this.”

Lawrence was pleased with his choice. William awoke from a deep sleep one night because he was thirsty. He went out of his room to get some water because his throat was dry. He walked past their living room and noticed that it was exactly midnight. His thirst grew stronger, so he dashed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took a bottle of water, and drank it. He was still thirsty after drinking the half-empty water bottle, so he drank again until the bottle was empty, but the thirst he felt was not gone, rather, it is getting worse. He drank some juice from a can, but it didn't help quench his thirst. His throat was already sore which caused William to sweat profusely.