The Book Of Longings: A Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

What happened yesterday night never leave my mind, I can't forget how his kisses ignited the desires of my soul. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks heated just by thinking of what happened. I sighed and look at the book I am reading. "I'll never let you complete me, you may be a part of me but you can't be the answer to the missing piece of me," I read the sentence out loud, I played with the pen I am holding as I grin at the thought of what is written in the book. I thought of something that has been missing inside of me, of myself but never in my mind thinks of someone who might fill in the pieces of me that have been missing for such a long time, not money nor power, love and desire coul

A clearing in the quiet waiting for new seeds to be planted and new forests, valleys, canyons to unfold. She was nauseated. Lightheaded. Clenching her fist, the skin felt heavy, her bones aching. Her temples throbbed. She licked her lips. Swallowed, her mouth dry. Her limbs reluctant to move. It was looking at her, this book. Bleached white and pale, their stories stolen. Their words missing. The covers expensive, smelling not of leather— I don’t know how I could miss it, she’d read. It was so obvious.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

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

The pleasure was real, but it was always tinged with a hint of longing, a craving for something more profound and lasting. Lena's apartment, once a place of comfort and security, had turned into a den of hedonistic indulgence. The walls had witnessed her countless trysts, the bed, the sofa, the dining table, every part of it had borne the weight of many bodies, but her heart remained fixated on one man. Marius had set a bar so high that no one else could reach it, and yet she kept trying, hoping that one day she might recapture that elusive feeling.

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Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV