The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

Whenever I see two seemingly close friends teasing and even insulting each other, my mind always thinks of Yhannie and how we always roast each other to crisp until someone raises the white flag of defeat. I’m so psyched up that I’ll be seeing Yhannie for the first time in five years, and I just can’t describe this feeling of excitement and longing. This feeling of yearning is somewhat different than the type of feeling that I have for Valentine. My longing for Yhannie is like someone having a stick of cigarette for the first time again after being deprived of it for such a very long time. You know you’ve missed it, and once you get even just a single puff of it, you instantly feel such a br

He is just messing things up for me. There’s this yearning in my heart, I crave to be his alone and I’m losing it already….

Either way, I’m certain River isn’t my One. And if it’s not River, then it’s certainly not anyone else in this room. As I glance around, I can tell with absolute certainty that none of the other ball-goers have what I’m looking for. I’ve tried to remain open, patient, even hopeful, but the tug I expect to feel when I meet my One just isn’t there. My time to find him is growing shorter as the barrier around our kingdom grows weaker every day. A nagging sense of urgency rises within me, the ever-present anxiety that I need to find my One soon, before it’s too late.

"Longing." *

"Of course, baby. Ask me anything." "How come you haven't marked me yet?" Her voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it. The hurt in her voice rang in his ears and he only saw the sadness in her eyes for a second before she looked down. His fingers held her chin to lift her head back up, meeting his gaze. "I've wanted to mark you ever since I knew what it was. Trust me. I have to contain myself every time I'm with you or I get an image of your beautiful, angelic self in my head. It's torturing me to have you walk around unmated males and humans without my mark on your neck and I want nothing more than to have everyone know that you're mine."

All I can think about is that I have never been kissed romantically by another person or been told I love you, and I feel the longing for that deep in my bones. I wish I had had even a brief affair, even a one-sided one, just to feel the heat of another being, but I guess it wasn't in the cards for me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath; this is the final moment. I climb the bridge and look up last chance to see the faint stars. I look down again, gulp, close my eyes and let go.

Confusion came over her features, and my body tensed. “I mean…” Fuck I’m screwing this up big time, but I can’t seem to form the right words. She seemed patient enough to go with what I was saying, so I decided to keep going. “I have a feeling that you are mine. I can’t explain it. I promise you that I’m not a crazy perv. I have yearned for you for so long. My relationships in the past have been so good and then went to shit every time. So many years pining, just to get cheated on time and time again. But that’s beside the point. I have yearned to find my soulmate for so long, and I feel it in my bones that you are the one I’ve been waiting for. I need you,”

She just tastes sweeter and better, and I want more. There is something inside me that stirs, that I haven’t felt anything like this before. Desire? Longing? Love? All of the above.

I hit the call button and waited with a prayer on my lip for her to answer, but it kept sending me to voicemail. I am tortured by my desire for one woman’s body. My yearning is a fire that can only be quelled by the conflagration. I just need to talk to her. I need some air. I decided to walk around to the front of the house and chill on the porch- the only place with fresh air and quiet. I hadn’t settled long when Paulo came and sat with me. Not even his drab presence could ease my wanting. “I see you and Winter are very much into each other."

Allowing myself to be lost in a moment of jealousy, I know that the things you don't have are the things you want the most. I couldn't heed my selfish thoughts any longer and allow myself a moment to acknowledge what I know I'm yearning for. I wasn't old by any means, but time in recent years had been spent building up and protecting my pack from chaos and anarchy. I missed not finding my mate. Not knowing who she was. Where she was. What she looked like... Was her hair long and dark as night? Or was it rays of sunshine? Her eyes... Her curves... Whatever the case, I knew that I'd never witness true beauty until I found her.