The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

listening to me, he was looking at me in surprise, he could not understand what I am talking about . "Riya, tell me clearly what is the matter." Hearing the panic of his voice, I could understand how nervous he was seeing my condition. "Ankur, I wasted my everything in the pursuit of fulfilling my unfulfilled wishes. Whatever Rachit did to me..,"I again drowned in sorrow. "What unfulfilled wishes are you talking about?"He asked looking at me in a confused look. "The desires that awoke in me on the Shimla trip." I was disgusted with myself about my actions.

Michael's pov - I find myself standing in a realm between consciousness and dreams, a hazy landscape where reality mingles with the ethereal. In this mysterious place, a yearning stirs within me, a longing for the girl whose face remains elusive, yet whose presence captivates my every thought. She is my Tuberose, the one I desire to worship like a goddess in the temple of my heart. With a voice filled with longing, I call out to her, pleading for her to reveal herself. "Tuberose, please come to me," I whisper, my words carried on a tender sigh. "Let me see your face, know your name, and hold you in my arms."

Alex Russo always got what he wanted, one way or another. And right now, apparently, what he wanted was me. God help us both. ***

But even so, even with all that, I still can’t help but crave for another person to be right next to me. I want to be able to share these moments with her. To turn to my side and see my beautiful mate looking back at me with a gorgeous smile and enticing eyes. I just want… her. When I think about those words, there is no specific person that comes up in my head. There is no image of a woman that could be my mate, and that’s what bothers me the most. When my eyes shot open to look up at the night sky, the Moon Goddess bright above, I felt something odd deep inside my chest.

But as it stands, I don’t think I’ll be making use of the word, ‘return’ anytime soon. Soon, the Lycan Hold, the place of my dreams and aspirations appeared up ahead. It stood as a cluster of camps and tents and you could just think of all the blissful things you do with the opportunities and achievements that lurk within every inch of it. Tell me you understand how pained I am from that very paragraph? I feel helpless and I hate that fact so very much. I just hope that we’re able to find little Lily. That’s all I’m concerned about right now. Later, I can be—

Just not one she could respect. She lifted her gaze to the horizon and, for the first time in months, let herself imagine the future not as a vague ache but as an act. Not yet a plan. Not even a date. Only a private vow, fragile and fierce: that the wanting in her would not be silenced simply because it was inconvenient. That she would not spend her whole youth being the good daughter of a beautiful town and wake one day to find she had become a stranger to herself.

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.

As I take a moment to contemplate and look back on the various experiences I have had in my life, I am overwhelmed by a deep and intense feeling of longing that permeates my heart. This yearning is a powerful and profound emotion that resonates within me, urging me to seek something more, something beyond what I have already encountered. It is a sentiment that goes beyond mere desire or longing for material possessions, but rather a yearning for a deeper meaning, purpose, or connection in life. This feeling is both captivating and poignant, as it stirs within me a strong desire to explore and discover what lies beyond I often experience a deep yearning for her company, desiring her to be phy

It held the promise to heal the void left by Anna's departure. Lyza's allure lingered persistently in my thoughts, akin to an everlasting melody resonating deep within my soul. I acknowledged that the path ahead would not be bereft of challenges, yet I was resolute in navigating them. My yearning to unravel the depths of Lyza's being, to truly comprehend her essence, drove me. I longed to explore the potential for our connection to blossom into something profound and timeless.

If he could just look at me like he looks at some girl, if he could feel my love for him. Wait! Love? No, no, I am not in love with him. Never. I let out a sad sigh, my love is one sided. Just keep loving him from distance. " You should be careful next time nebb", Kaden's voice resounded in my brain bringing me back to earth. What did he just call me?