Thirst Novels & Stories

They were so engrossed in the subject, they didn’t even notice when the bartender slid her a plate with a roast beef sandwich, a bottle of whisky, and three glasses. He leaned down. “From the gentleman three seats to your left. He said to tell you that you should eat your meat.” Elvie’s heart cartwheeled, finishing its flip with an Olympic bow. Ah, she was just hungry? She thought. Wow! So I am not jealous? Yeah! So, it’s okay. I can’t fall in love. Mom said so herself. What I’m feeling right now is a mixture of nausea, heartbreak from the so-called ongoing divorce, and guilt over what happened earlier. The Bacardi certainly didn’t help, either. But there is something in there that made her

I mutter to myself. Groaning, I realize the pain is a new thing, too. I start feeling dizzy, and my temperature rises, making me feel hot. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The heat keeps making me thirsty, and my throat burns. I rush to the table, stumbling as my hand lands on the top of the wooden furniture. I grab the cup of water, my hand shaking wildly. I quickly drink the water in one gulp, feeling the cold liquid calm my parched throat.

’ ‘I am sorry but I do not, I have never seen anything quite like that before nor have I ever felt that sort of helplessness and pain, I can not find the right words to describe it Astrid, are you sure keeping this from father would be the best course of action? ‘ Yes, until we can get some clarity on what it could possibly mean, I will log it in my book after I get some water, I feel so thirsty, like my throat is scorched or something’ I walk down to the kitchen and gobble up Three bottles of water one after the other until my thirst is finally quenched ‘that feels so much better, I hadn’t realized how

"You must be thirsty." "I'd rather die of thirst than take anything from you," she hisses, but I can see the lie in her eyes. She needs water. The silver is not causing injuries on her, but it is smoking - it is hurting her, causing her body to dehydrate without physical effect. She is desperate for water, no matter who brings 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 co

It came out weaker than she intended, undermined by the physical reality of what was happening inside her body. The hunger was growing. It was becoming an active force inside her, a presence almost as tangible as another person sharing her skin. It was a deep, aching thirst that made her throat burn with a dryness that no amount of water could cure. She'd tried that already, had drunk from the fountain in the corner of the chamber, had let the cold water flow down her throat in the hopes that it would ease the burning. It had only made things worse. Now every cell in her body was screaming for something she didn't want to name. Something warm and red and alive

Lake: I could taste the bitterness at the tip of my tongue, like the bile that rested somewhere in my growling stomach. It traveled all the way to my throat and I swallowed hard to push it down to the pit of my belly where my anger boiled with a mixture of rage and thirst for blood. If Jojo or my son had been harmed in anyway, I was going to make sure he did not survive it.

A dark, irrational craving that made my skin feel too tight, as if I needed to shed my very humanity just to breathe. I was burning, and in my delirium, I couldn't distinguish the fever of my injury from the fever of the bond. I saw him behind my eyelids—the way his jaw had tightened when he looked at me, the raw power rolling off him in waves. I hated him for being there, and I hated myself for the way my body was screaming for him to be closer. "Water," I hissed, the word breaking against my teeth. The thirst was a living thing, a jagged claw scraping at the back of my throat. I needed to drown the images, to quench the fire that felt less like sickness and

He just kept signing whatever he was signing. I barely cared. All I could care about was my throat. My throat was so dry. I couldn't swallow, and my tongue felt too big for my mouth. I'd never been this thirsty in my life. The hunger was bad, but the thirst was madness. It hollowed out my thoughts and filled them with images of water. Then Lucien reached to his right and picked up a glass of water. The condensation beaded on the crystal as he set it down on the table between us.

Everyone at school believes I'm Cody Ferrer's ultimate lapdog. When he goes for his morning run, I bring him breakfast. When he plays basketball, I hand him water and wipe the sweat off his face. When he texts me "I'm hungry" in the middle of the night, I brave the freezing wind and cross three city blocks just to buy him a fresh serving of fries. The way my classmates look at me shifts from disdain to pity. "She willingly does all that and still doesn't get a title? The girl has got the patience of a saint." Everything changes when the campus sweetheart, Amber Belknap, prepares to confess her feelings to Cody. And suddenly, I'm an eyesore that needs to be removed. Taking advantage of