Thirst Kdrama Novels & Stories

“Then we make sure Lucian feels the pain where it hurts most. Send him another video. Let him see how thirsty his princess is.” **Lila** The bulb above me flickered again. My legs had finally given out. I was half-sitting, half-hanging from the chains, shoulders burning. The hunger was a dull roar now, but the thirst was a living fire in my throat. I kept my eyes on the door, waiting for the next time it would open. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. The two men came down again. This time they carried a phone. The taller one held the screen up so I could see it.

Not just to avoid death, but for something far more urgent. With everything that had happened, I'd momentarily forgotten about the clock ticking down inside me. But I was brutally reminded when that unnatural thirst returned with a vengeance. Perhaps I was being punished for my brief reprieve. Perhaps the hunger triggered it, or the pain awakened something dark inside me. Whatever the cause, the thirst was worse than ever; a depraved craving for something I knew would destroy me. My throat felt like a desert. The urge to sink my teeth into my own wrist, to taste the copper warmth, nearly overwhelmed me more times than I could count. Only the chains kept me from making that irreversible mista

He smiled and her stomach churned as tears burned her vision. "Let me go," she said, trying to loosen his hold on her neck. The thirst was increasing with each passing second as she stared at the glass of blood with dilated pupils. "Give in, Evelyn. Drink it." Simon urged the glass forward and with a scream, she pushed his hand away as some of the blood splattered on his hand, the glass crashed on the floor and there was a lot of blood. She gulped, trying to wet her parched throat but it was as if the thirst had only increased.

A week had passed since I placed anything delectable into my stomach. My throat remained parched, plaguing me with an insatiable thirst that made it feel like my lungs were set ablaze. It also brought about fatigue and rendered my limbs practically immobile. I laid motionless on the cold, hard floor, contemplating whether Dhruv intended to leave me to wither away in agonizing hunger, especially since I was aware of his plans for me. My stomach hurt as I stayed still, followed by a loud grumble and I felt my whole body shake as my pants began to dampen. I was on my period. I inhaled deeply, hiccuping as I managed to sit up straight. My mind was hazy and I didn't have any tears left to cry. I

“What was wrong with you, Oja? You were not supposed to kiss him… ugh! why did you melt down… remember you didn’t even let Fenil take away your first kiss… how can you? Ugh… you need some treatment...” She took a deep breath and walked out of the washroom. She felt so thirsty all of a sudden and wanted to quench the thirst so badly. She darted around the hall, haunting for water. Suddenly her eyes fell on the waiter standing at the distance with a tray on his hand which had a glass of wine on it. Though she had never drunk wine before, her thirst increased to extreme seeing the wine. So aiming for the glass, she walked towards the waiter. As she was about to reach, she saw a hand approaching

Her tears were flowing nonstop. She was sobbing. Worried faces of Colonel Khalid Shah Rehmani and Zeeshan Rehmani were coming into her mind again and again. Due to thirst, her lips were dry. She has not eaten anything in college and comes out of college hungry and thirsty. But when did she know that she is going to be kidnapped? And the kidnapper will be such cruel that he will keep her hungry and thirsty. Due to thirst, her throat was getting dry.

Chapter Eight: As I looked at my plate with disgust, I decided this time to finish the food quickly. I devoured it fast, but not with the same savagery that had taken over me yesterday. I tried as much as possible to appear normal, to act like any student sitting in the cafeteria with her friend. But even so, the feeling of thirst began to return once again. I had just drunk the blood juice in one go a moment ago, and yet I felt an intense dryness in my throat, as if something inside me was demanding more. I lifted my head slightly and looked at Maya, only to find her staring at me in clear shock.

I simply nodded, with a feeling of unease, as the earlier feeling of urge for blood crawled back into my body. "You're thirsty?" Caroline asked me, probably noticing my uneasiness. "Damn hungry and thirsty," I retorted. "I told you to learn how to control it Kathrina!" "We will talk about the control later. Right now, I just need more. More blood…" I said, lusting after blood. "I understand," she said, and then took out another blood bag from her shoulder bag. She threw it at me. "Darn!" I said, and tearing it open, I drank every single fluid inside the bag. What the hell was I turning to?

He tenderly sucked it dry, his cold tongue wrapping around the wounded digit. Fuck. It was more than heaven. Better than anything he had tasted before. Better than her blood in a wine flute mixed with jasmine leaves. He wanted to suck on it more. Wanted to draw out as much blood as he can but he held back. He, despite his hunger-stricken state, fucking held back.

Only those who spread treachery, fire and death out of hatered for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity. -Jose Marty Part 1: The world that lays beyond "Here you go! "Dhara presented her the 16 special sweet dishes that had been solely prepared to offer God because of tonight's special occasion. But her petline cheeks were now fallen, glow from the godess like face gone. What with the way the prince was looking at her, his deep piercing hazel orbs gazing at her every moment she had been in his vicinity.