The One I Yearn For Novels & Stories

It's like a beautiful dream for me and I don't want to wakeup from it ever. THE END!

“Some days I can’t breathe without remembering.” Something in Silvan’s expression shifts. Pain. Not for himself. For me. “I can’t be yours like that,” I whisper. “Not yet.” He steps closer. Too close. His presence surrounds me, steady, warm and overwhelming. “I would wait forever,” he says. My heart stutters violently. “Don’t,” I breathe. “I mean it.” “One more year,” I say quickly, almost desperately. “Give me one more year to become someone who isn’t afraid of her own shadow.”

I was moving away from everything I once was, with a broken heart and a burning vow in my soul. One year. Just one year. And then, I would return to claim everything.

The desire is so strong that I am taken by complete surprise. "Sounds like a plan." My voice is husky, he smiles at me. "Maybe somewhere a bit more private." Oh you brazen little hussy. I ignore my inner voice. Zoe says you only live once and you know what I think I'm about to make that my mantra. He raises his eyebrows but I can see the depth of those eyes and the way his pupils have dilated. I know he is somewhat shocked. After all I have been spending the last couple of days in his presence, acting like a frigid ice maiden. Well not tonight, not tomorrow and not anymore. I want this holiday to be the best summer of my life. One that I will never forget. The one where I finally found mysel

She continued, "Aren't you afraid I'll cling to you again if you say such things? If that happens, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this marriage, no matter how badly you want out. Do you want to marry someone you dislike and spend the rest of your life with her?" Come home? She used to have hope in the first year of being forced out of the country that Daniel would have some feelings for her. She longed for the day he would come to take her back. But reality was often disappointing. He never called to check on her. And she realized she had been expecting too much. Rebecca had hoped he would show up like a knight in shining armor and bring her home. But all he wanted was for her to

Alone. Over and over, the same move, the same form, the same shot. Like if I just perfected this one thing, everything else would fall back into place. But it wouldn’t. The finals were five days away. And whether or not she watched me win from a screen or didn’t watch at all, I had to do this. For me. For the boy who dreamed under broken streetlights, ball in hand, hunger in his chest. For the man who once believed love could carry them both.

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

The first kid I want to ever get is from you. " I can never give you lily " I scoff " you see, you don't need to whine me. I know you want me in your bed. ". I raise my palm to stop him from talking " I miss your dick too since Natalie and Matt wouldn't let me rest. The thing is that you can have me, we could go to an hotel right now and fuck me all you want but it won't change a thing. I am just someone you come to when u have just suffered an heartbreak or when you are horny and you are too lazy to meet up with one of your sluts.---"

My voice trembled with the raw hunger I had buried for years. The way his hands roam, possessive and urgent, it is everything I have craved in secret nights alone, touching myself to thoughts of him. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the toned chest I had stolen glances at during family dinners. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling them flex under my touch.

She yearned to unearth the answer to a question that was gnawing at her. Meanwhile, Aloha's heart overflowed with the yearning for her destined mate, the one soul who would fill the void in her life. The notion of having a cherished person, someone who would serve as her steadfast anchor in the unpredictable sea of existence, remained a captivating dream that Aloha cherished deeply.