Thirst Kdrama Novels & Stories

Chapter Seven: Under The Table Sins, Part One It was not there before and I knew very well what the solid growth which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Thirst. Of all the feelings I thought would favour me in this beguiling moment, the most peculiar, strongly vied to be the most dominant. Thirst. My throat was dry and in need of a deposit of moisture, but it was not parched. Water was not what I needed.

The next which is Monday, Hyun-ae woke up and went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast, when she finished preparing it she noticed that Hyun-ki still didn't got out from his room, she went to his room then she started knocking the door but he didn't answer after some seconds she started feeling worried she told him she'll enter and when she did Hyun-ki wasn't there and then she turned back to see that him behind her, she was scared at that moment because she was surprised, he asked her what is she doing in his room, she told him that she kept calling him but he didn't answer and then she asked him where was he, he said that he was in the bathroom, Hyun-ae at that moment noticed that he w

For a moment, she thought the water was sparkling, as there was tiny golden dust drifting up from the cobblestone bed. She wasn’t too concerned by it and soaked her face in the creek. The clear crisp water made her feel better. She didn’t want to believe that Mother Dragon would take Eros’s life. She had to go to Slathar and find her mother as quickly as possible. As for Thorn… She really needed to talk to him. Leila got up on her feet, deciding she would go back to the inn to wait for her prince. But a sudden burning sensation attacked her core. The heat flooded from her core out to her limbs, then into her heart and mind.

Fresh tears filled my eyes as I suddenly felt my throat burning. I dont know what he will do with me and... the baby, if the result comes out positive. He has been absolutely silent with no expression and those dead eyes of his. I can't even imagine what he might do if the result comes out positive. My throat kept burning as I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand as I sat up. I am thirsty. So damn thirsty. I need to have some water. My hand reaches for the bedside table as I take the glass of water, and I just take a sip when the door of my cabin slams open.

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

“Uhhh, should I lower the temperature of your aircon, then?” “Hmmm, maybe,” I said and tilted my head. “But why can’t you look at me? Are you avoiding me?” “What? No!” he denied. I removed the tie of my hair and stood up. When I did that, he also stood up with his empty glass. “Uhh, I’ll just get some water. I got so thirsty,” he said, trying hard not to stammer because of how shaky his voice was. Thirsty, huh? I gazed at the pitcher of water on the marble table and smirked. Nope. He is not thirsty for water. He is just denying his thirst for me.

I blurted out and he gasped while I felt him stand up to walk away. I sent a force and threw him on the wall beside me in anger and went towards him to throw a light punch towards him. I just felt irritated at this moment.. "Don't you dare walk out on me!" I yelled. "I'm sorry, I will never do that." He whispered shakily and I smelt his blood. Damn, it's been so long I thirsted Blood. I craved it right now, his blood smells like vinegar herbs and it seems really active for my system. Damn, I should learn to control my thirst but it's impossible! It drives me wild of I don't have it at that moment.

she said. Another slammed the tap off. “My mom is going to come get me,” she said, close to tears. “I’m not staying here if I can’t even drink water.” My throat tightened. It suddenly felt much drier than it had when I woke up. I swallowed, but it did nothing. “The fourth day,” the wraiths whispered. “The day of thirst.” We made our way down to the ground floor and into the yard. The air outside was thicker, the smell not as concentrated as inside, but still there. Students moved around more slowly than usual, eyes shadowed, skin sallow from lack of sleep and pain.

He wasn’t even offering her a bite. “Mike,” she whispered, unable to hide her pout. His sharp eyes met hers mid-bite. “What?” His tone was cool, casual, as if it didn’t bother him at all to be caught. “Nothing…” she muttered, looking away, her cheeks puffing in frustration. She stood slowly, her gaze falling to the jug of water on the small table across the room. Hunger she could tolerate—she’d learned to ignore it long ago—but thirst was different. She walked over, her body weak but determined.

I gasped as the sheet fell from my chest and pooled on my waist finding my lower region from his predatory eyes. I shivered a little as coldness touched my skin. I tried to cover myself again but he didn't let me take it. Instead, he handed me a glass full of water. He was still holding my other hand in his firm grip and not letting it go so I didn't cover myself again. I sighed lightly and lifted my other hand to take a glass full of water. I took it with slightly trembling hands. I hungrily swallowed the water greedily. As my throat became where it moaned in delight. I felt as if my long longing thirst was fulfilled. I didn't even notice a few water droplets slipped from the corner of my m