The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

She wouldn't stop preaching about her idea of "true love" She even started messaging Lionel every day. [Only two people who truly love each other deserve to be together. [It's okay to meet the right person later in life. [Until I meet the right one, I'll never settle for less and just marry whoever.]

However, my longings would be the punishment for wanting something I could never have. Something so close, but yet, so far away.

After all, I wasn’t sure if my long relationship ended, or if it was some crazy rough period. Changing the subject to the local holiday festivities, I kept my gaze mostly on the sparkling snow resting on the front yard. All I knew was that Matt intrigued me and every time our eyes met, I had an electrifying feeling. The same feeling I once felt with Adrian. *** “Can’t a person live without love?” I whispered in frustration and tossed my mobile on the sofa.

- KILLIAN - One of the things I detest the most in this world is having to keep my desire for someone a secret. Having to let myself secretly hunger for the attention of someone I want the most when all that I am burns for her. When she knows that I am clearly and absolutely hers.

Back to the one time in my life when someone really wanted me, and didn’t expect anything in return. More than anything, I wanted to experience that again. Just one more time.

It longed for the bond that would bind them together, the union that would transcend their tumultuous past. Caught between the echoes of suspicion and the radiant allure of a love she had always yearned for, Amelia found herself at a crossroads. Her heart yearned for answers, for the truth to be laid bare before her. But in the depths of her soul, she couldn't deny the unspoken longing, the yearning for a connection that promised solace and completeness.

I would often steal glances in his direction during pack gatherings, my cheeks flushing as I imagined what it would be like to be his chosen one. As the years passed, I poured my hopes and dreams into quiet prayers to the Moon Goddess, yearning for her guidance. Each night, I would gaze at the shimmering stars, whispering my wishes, pleading that Brian would be revealed as my fated mate when I turned 17—a milestone I awaited with both anticipation and anxiety. The thought of finally discovering whether my childhood crush could blossom into true love kept my spirits high, fueling my belief in the magic of fate.

They were our anchor in this chaotic storm. But as she looked back at the barrier, a palpable ache seeped into my being. It was a yearning so deep it clawed at my very essence. She was desperate, consumed by an insatiable longing to reach Ray, her mate. It was a yearning that cut through every fiber of my being, yet my human side remained numb to it.

But I’m not listening. The only sound I hear is the deafening roar of my own thoughts—and the quiet, treacherous longing for the one woman I can’t afford to want.

as if the entire conversation has already been forgotten. Maybe it has been for them, but that billow of fresh air has reignited a spark inside of me, and that yearning is back. The yearning to run free over open, virgin territory. Inside of me, my wolf longs to go. “Head west, young woman,” she breathes. And I promise, “One day, I will.”