Novel & Cerita The Book Of Longings: A Novel

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

I glanced at Khloe first and she motioned me to go on so I gripped the edges of the book and read every word on the paper: " Ocean soul sparkles and lingers Silent cries whispering to the air Golden mare gliding between my fingers Her vast agony is too much for me to bear How could I cease her pain away? Why is it my heart aching hearing her wail? Eager to shelter her full to make her day The sole reason why I shadow her trail Touching her plump lips awakens my spirit Her beautiful voice brings essence to my ear Caressing her smooth skin under the moonlit Change the darkness of my night to disappear Needs of her presence are greater than seas The carnal of my longing far superior than eterni

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Tears fell hot with betrayal, splattering the cold stone. I’d witnessed this betrayal once before. Yet hearing it again, the raw hunger in his voice, the calculated cadence of her cries—my still felt shattered. Dull. Agonizing. The first year after my Embrace, he held me and whispered: “Every anniversary, I’ll clear my calendar. Only you.” A single text from Celia, and he abandoned every vow. He scrambled to this place like a starving man. Just how deep does his addiction to her run?

I’m tired of them already and I haven’t even spoken to them since that day they came. Dinner scent drifts from the kitchen, a mix of meat, herbs and something sweet. It should tempt me, but it doesn’t. My stomach knots instead of growling. All I want is silence, the house empty with just me inside, that should make me feel better. The book in my hand feels heavier than it should. I couldn’t find any book in the library that talked about fated mates no matter how long I looked, finally I saw this book that tells a story about the moon goddess and her love, hopefully it says something about how she created the fated mate bond…..fingers crossed.

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

And yet some stubborn part of her had begun, over the last few years, to push against the shape of that safety as if it were not a shelter but a wall. She often felt guilty for naming the feeling, even to herself. Restlessness sounded ungrateful when spoken aloud. Longing sounded almost absurd in a town tourists crossed oceans to reach. But longing was exactly what it was: not for one place in particular, not yet, but for motion, for surprise, for the version of herself she suspected might exist somewhere beyond the curve of the bay. Some days the desire sat quietly inside her, no more than a pulse. On others—like this one—it swelled until she could barely hear anything else.

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Chapter 4: Midnight Tease The clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m., red digits mocking my insomnia. The manor creaked like an old lover settling into bed—winds rattling the ivy against windows, distant rain pattering the slate roof. I'd tossed for hours, sheets tangled around my legs, pussy still tender from the bath-time wank, clit hypersensitive from Daddy's stare. Dreams fragmented: Jake's thigh grind morphing into Richard's box-lifting gropes, their cocks duelling inside me. Woke drenched, nightie rucked up to my waist, fingers sticky from a half-conscious clit rub. Thirst clawed my throat—proper thirst, not just for water—and the kitchen fridge called with its chilled bottles.

I whimpered, trying to type the next sentence. He chuckled darkly and thrust up slowly, grinding deep. “That’s the point. Read what you have so far. Out loud.” I moaned softly as he rocked me on his cock. “The… symbolism in the novel represents… ahh… the struggle between desire and morality…” “Wrong,” he interrupted, thrusting harder. “Symbolism doesn’t ‘represent the struggle.’ Be more precise. Fix it.” I gasped, trying to correct the sentence while his thick cock stretched me open. “The symbolism… illustrates the internal conflict between…”