The Book Of Longings: A Novel Novelas e Histórias

*** "I have cried to the moon who despises me. I beg for her mercy. Yes, beg, for I will fall on my very knees if that means that I can have her by my side. I will kiss the ground, I will sink in mud, I will shave my head, rip my flesh off my bones, and starve if she says it, is the price. That is the depth of my longing. That is the breadth of the chasm that has split my heart in two. I pray thee, give me but a sign Selene. Reignite my hope, so that I may live again." *** The pages that I flip through, one after the other, have nothing but months that change to years and decades of sorrow. My fingers trail along lines that have been canceled in deep black crosses, or paragraphs that have be

Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.

She felt alive, cherished, and desired in his kiss and touch. Their embrace deepened, their bodies drawn together in an intense desire. They fill the room with an intoxicating blend of longing and excitement. At that moment, they surrendered to the irresistible pull of their attraction, giving in to the unspoken desires brewing between them.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

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Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me. It was not the only one. After quickly counting them, I realized she had written ninety-nine different letters. Every single one began with the phrase, 'I'm sorry.' One of the letters read, 'Caleb, when you were pursuing me, you wrote me ninety-nine love letters. I actually read every single one carefully, and I remember everything you wrote. 'I was just too proud back then. I didn't want you to win me over so easily, so I pretended to be impatient with you. But the truth is, I liked you from the very beginning.

Anthony kept Linda in the basement for an excruciating three days, without a morsel of food or a sip of water. Come the dawn of the fourth day, he ordered the basement door swung open. The air was thick with the stench of neglect. Anthony held his hand over his nose and mouth. "Ready to make that trip to the courthouse for a divorce?" Linda, her appearance a mess and her body frail, struggled to her feet, her eyes wide with terror. "Anthony, just let me out, I'll do whatever you say."

“I hope you don’t mind.” At that time, she had been deeply curious about James. An orphan who had started with so little yet seized every opportunity to climb upward, changing his fate step by step. He lived with such confidence, determination, and resilience. It was a strength and tenacity she deeply admired and yearned for herself. “My first memory erasure operation was for my mother,” said Jessica, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window. The leaves swayed gently as someone sang beneath the trees. “To embrace a new life one would need to completely let go of the past.”