Novel & Cerita The Book Of Longings: A Novel

Lander questioned his son. “What about it? It's just a regular eatery. Don't make a big deal of it.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “The majority of the people who visit at night are insomniacs. We asked one of the servers after Miranda had quickly left, and she confirmed that Miranda is a regular customer there. She usually goes there after midnight, and Benji has mentioned that he sees Miranda early in the morning going to her apartment with the cup of coffee, which has the 'Midnight Snacker' written on it. Nobody wants to pull all-nighters every day unless something bothers them, Eric. And she'd been going there for five and a half years. She may not go there seven days a week, but she sp

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.

🍆👑Chapter 1👑🍆 I have never desired a woman. Not once in my thirty-two years have I looked at the soft curves of a lady’s body and felt true hunger. Breasts, wide hips, the sweet scent between a woman’s thighs, they do nothing for me. I have fucked women before, of course. A king must produce heirs, after all. But every time I buried myself in a warm, wet pussy, my mind wandered somewhere else. I finished the job out of duty, never out of real need.

Somehow, in their eyes, I had become the problem. We weren't the same kind of people. I apologized to Wyatt for wrecking his birthday and told him plainly I wouldn't regret walking away. My application for overseas study had already been approved. In a month, I would leave Riverton for a program in Amerinth. For the next few days, Bernard didn't contact me, but Vera did. She kept sending me intimate photos of the two of them. I neither responded nor blocked her. I wanted to see how long their little fling could last.

"That day in court, you could have chosen me. Why him? Why?!" My mother collapsed on the floor, her nails scraping against it with a harsh sound. Blood seeped from her fingertips, but she didn’t seem to feel it. "Until Mr. Wilson found me." Aidan’s voice softened suddenly. When he looked at Ellie, there was a twisted kind of attachment in his eyes. "He was so poor we couldn’t even afford meat… but he gave me a home. But then—" His voice warped again. "That damn cancer was going to take away the last family I had!"

I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release. Moving day feels heavy in our modern house. The shiny marble floors and expensive furniture look flawless on the surface, but the place has always felt cold, like a stage set for the perfect family that never really existed. My suitcases sit packed by the front door, zipped tight and ready for university. I stand there, heart already racing at the thought of freedom.

🖱️ Jayden 🖱️ My whole body felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t the kind of fire that licked at skin from the outside. This was worse. This crawled through my veins like something alive, something clawing its way from the inside out, until every drop of blood in my body felt like it had been replaced with molten lava. My breathing came in short, uneven gasps. I gripped the edge of the car seat so hard my knuckles went white, the cushion biting into my palms as another wave of pain crashed through me and nearly took my knees out from under me.

Instead the space gaped at me like a missing tooth. “No.” The word left me in pieces as I flipped volumes aside, pages whispering under my hands. My skin prickled; the air tasted faintly of iron and old paper. Panic was a bitter thing on my tongue, but I swallowed it. That book was not mere parchment and ink, it was the tether between mortality and the endlessness I craved. My late wife had given it to me before she died; without it, longevity was smoke, and the revenge I’d sworn for her would be stolen.

I’m still reeling from waking up in this body, Cillian Veyne’s perfect, sculpted form, but Ardyn’s proximity is short-circuiting everything. My cock, his cock, now mine...throbs insistently, and I shift in the chair, trying not to whine. God, why is this body so damn sensitive? One touch, and I’m leaking like a faucet. “Different how?” I echo, forcing a grin that feels too playful for Cillian’s usual frost. In the book, he’d shove Ardyn away, turn the tables, and fuck him senseless against the shelves. But me? I’m buzzing with excitement, my inner fangirl screaming, This is the scene! The library hookup! Except now I’m living it, and my body’s betraying me, craving to be taken apart instead

"Go. Browse. Get lost." I did. I lost myself in the fiction section, running my fingers along spines, reading first lines, falling into the rhythm of book shopping that I'd forgotten I loved. Ronan never wanted to spend time in bookstores—he said they made him claustrophobic. But I could have lived in a place like this. I chose three books: a literary novel about a woman reinventing herself after divorce, a poetry collection, and a thick fantasy epic I'd been meaning to read for years.