Thirst Novels & Stories

NOEL The thirst wakes me up. I scramble to a sitting position, fingers twisting the sheets apart. Sweat runs like a river down the sides of my face. It’s already wet the back of my shirt, making it stick to skin. Every inch of my body aches. It burns with fever. Water.

Chloe woke up feeling extremely thirsty. Her throat was dry because, as far as her mind could recall the events of last night, she hadn't sipped water. She hadn't eaten either. All her obligations for her body held no desire for her, as anger and frustration ruled her heart.

Ruby Have you ever been so hungry that your stomach feels like it’s caving in on itself? So thirsty you can barely pry your tongue from the roof of your mouth? Your mind focuses on nothing but food and drink, drink and food. How a stale piece of bread, a glass of water, or a single French fry might save your life.

“I need your help to ensure it goes in my favor.” My throat is dry, raw, and aching. I reach for the water bottle and unscrew the cap. I want to gulp it down, drown myself in it, but I sip slowly instead, just enough to soften the dryness—not enough to quench the gnawing thirst. I give Braden a nod in return but really that could mean anything.

I hissed, my chest heaving with a mixture of rage and longing. His blood—sweet, spicy, and crackling with electric power—called to me like a siren’s song, wrapping around my senses and pulling me in. My stomach clenched painfully with hunger pangs—a deep, gnawing emptiness that made my throat feel like sandpaper, parched with an insatiable thirst. Maybe I should take a sip?

I shook my head, trying not giggle more since my throat still hurt. “Blue. Like a Sea Blue” “Isn’t it Sea Green?” His eyebrow rose. “Sea Blue, Winter. Look it up.” “I don’t have my phone. I think it got left with my stuff in the pack house.” Sighing, he pulled out his own phone. “We will need to remedy that.” “Krista said she would ask her mom. My backpack and some clothes are there too.”

My throat burns with thirst, a hunger that threatens to consume me whole. Oh my good goddess, I literally don't have control over this right now. I struggle, trying to remember the lessons my dad taught me about battling the cravings in situations when it looks like there is no control. His voice echoes in my mind, distant and fading beneath the roar of blood in my ears. "Fight it," I whisper to myself. "Control it." But good goddess, this is far beyond my ability and way beyond my power. The dual sensations of pleasure and thirst intertwine until I can no longer distinguish between them, both equally demanding and overwhelming.

In that empty space, from the deepest bottom of her parched womb—a thirst for that ferocious and raw male. Wanting to mercilessly receive and fiercely swallow the beast's devastating thick length, a thirst she was experiencing for the first time in her life, began to blaze roaringly like a flame.

He twisted around to pour himself another glass of water, before he faced her again. He was feeling rather parched and it seemed that the thirst just was not the kind that could be satisfied by water. He looked at her with predatory eyes. He was afraid that he was not going to hold himself accountable for anything that he was going to do to her. ***

She went to the bedside table and picked up the glass of water, and when she pressed the cold glass rim against her parched, cracked lips, she felt even thirstier. She savored a drop of water that traced its way into her mouth. Thick saliva streaked the inside of her mouth, instantly sapping any moisture that may have entered. Yet her thirst wasn't quenched. The feeling of needing to drink something more was normally just her brain's way of warning her that she'd been dehydrated. It was a burn that didn't go away but instead grew stronger than ever. How could she still be so thirsty after a glass