The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

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.

The rest of the world faded away, and all I wanted was to be near him. A sense of urgency filled me, a yearning to connect on a deeper level. It felt as if the air around us had thickened, and I was caught in a whirlwind of desire. I craved his touch, and his warmth, and a part of me longed for him to understand the depth of my feelings. My mind swirled with questions, yet the words eluded me. I was restless, yearning, and caught in a heat that drove me to madness.

Like this is the only place I wanted to be, ever. I wonder if she has dreams about me too? If so, does her heart feel the same as mine? Yearning for her… her touch, her presence, all these nights alone. Is it just me, wishing our paths finally cross? How far away is she from my reach? Was she close or a thousand miles away? These thoughts are constantly on my mind! Sometimes, I feel like I am suffocating in them. I want her!!! I have been waiting, hoping, and searching for her for the past two years.

“Brad… if she’s really the One, then...” “Then everything we planned is obsolete.” I smile, slow and sharp. “She’s more important than Delaney. More important than Drake. More important than you. More important than me.” Jason’s voice cracks. “What do you want with her?” I glance toward the window, in the direction where she burst into blue flame. “I want what destiny promised me,” I murmur. “I want what I’ve been waiting eighteen years to claim.” Jason’s breath hitches. “And what’s that?”

My voice was low when I replied to her, but my hope and confidence in my young and innocent mind grew high. I am now in my eighteenth year of existence. Supposedly, today will be my most special day. Today is my birthday. It would be the day that my existence as an adult would be recognized; it would be the day I hoped that I would meet my mate, the man the Moon Goddess, fated me to be with; the name was written across my name in the book of life. The man who will care for me, love me, and who will lift my dying spirit. My mate, who would hopefully help me and my mother escape from this hell. I am still dreamily thinking about meeting my mate when someone knocks on my room’s door.

How can you consistently drive me to look forward to your presence, even to force me to remember the sound of your footsteps? There are many questions that are stored in my mind and I cannot find the answer. I crave to ask you all of them, one by one, all of them. Until I can ask all these questions, I need you to stay by my side. If this is greed, then just this time I want to be selfish. Just this once, I wish to be greedy and wish for happiness ... because I need you to be happy. ***

Something I haven’t felt in years. Hope.

Miranda was walking, but her gaze was fixed on her phone as she was texting a co-worker when she collided with someone. If it hadn’t been for that person, Miranda would have surely fallen down and embarrassed herself at this party. “I am sor—” The words were caught in her throat when she saw the person with whom she crashed. How can she ever forget him? She has longed to see him for many years.