The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

Every day I yearn for a connection that goes beyond superficiality, longing for a mother who prioritizes my own happiness. I always wish for a connection that goes beyond superficiality, longing for a mother who prioritizes her happiness and emotional needs. It's a difficult journey for me , but I learn to rely on my own strength and resilience now that the only person who really cared for me is six feet down laying in his grave . All these thoughts are enough to make me emotional. Fighting these thoughts away I drifted my mind to the situation at hand .

Acceptance. Hunger for my angel.

He may burn the world but the only thing I will yearn for is this constant affection. I don't just crave the darkness. I may just be the darkness itself. *

This was the first time ever, I was so confused without knowing the clear path I should take. Above all, I desired her with an intensity unmatched by anything else. I craved her by my side, in my arms, in my bed. I yearned for her as my wife, my queen, my lover. I was consumed by an overwhelming ache that refused to subside. Every fiber of my being longed for Freya, her absence leaving a void that nothing could fill. I yearned for her infectious smile, her laughter that could light up the darkest of rooms, and the sound of her voice that soothed my troubled soul.

Each encounter that has made me get close to her, closer than she would have liked, has left me panting for more. Perhaps it's because of ego and pride that I decided to treat her so horribly, because no one, and I mean no one, has ever brought me to my knees. No one has ever made me want them, think about them and even dream about them like I do with her. I yearn for her in such a deep way that I, too, didn’t know I was capable of. All my life I have known what I have always wanted, what I needed to do, and what my future looked like.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him. She watched his eyes slide over her face, lingering on her lips. And without even realizing it, she leaned in. Her breath caught as their mouths nearly touched. He didn’t move. Neither did she. It was ridiculous. She shouldn’t want this. She shouldn’t even be here. But maybe—if she kissed him just once—maybe she could stop needing him. Maybe the taste of it would be enough to finally forget. Hana inched her lips forward, her heart banging against her chest, her body trembling with the weight of it.

That was the physical proximity I was subtly, in many, different unspoken ways, allowed on our first official date. I didn’t correct her that bhalobashi becomes bhalobashbo when you add chirodin to it; that it transcends from immediate present to an infinite future. Yearnings are treacherous lycanthropes – I don’t even recall how or when my yearning transformed from a mediaeval hope of keep-looking-into-her-eyes to a post-modern put-your-hand-around-her-waist.

In an attempt to relive that moment, he would shut his eyes tightly, hoping to recreate the sensation and experience her presence once again. As the gentle breeze caressed his face, he softly uttered, "Oh, how I yearn for your presence, Hera." His words was filled with deep longing, resonated through the stillness of the night. The constant reminder of the love he once shared is the pain that accompanies their separation.

I could now slash and growl angrily at people who even attempted to come close. I wasn’t going to be poked again without my permission. I wanted to leave here so badly, I wanted to find him. The one who saved me, who woke me up. I would have still being asleep if not for him. I wanted to know him, to get to see him. "Would I recognize him even if I have never seen him again? Why do I have this weird yearning for him?" I said to myself shaking my head trying to focus on what was more important.