Thirst Novels & Stories

Her mouth felt so bitter. Kimberly felt empty inside but her system was saying otherwise as she still felt sick in her stomach, causing her to throw up some more bile. Her whole body was soaked in sweat and she was dehydrated but taking water at this moment would do her no good, it would only make her feel more irritated. Kimberly was still throwing up when suddenly she felt someone’s hand soothing her back. After minutes of emptying her already empty stomach, she flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet to wash her mouth and face before turning to hug Roy tightly, crying into his chest.

my throat is dry for water but there is nothing inside the water jug is empty. Even if it was there, I would remain thirsty because my senses are losing contact with my consciousness. so, I don't have any energy to grab a glass of water for myself, I am getting dope due to a lack of energy in my body with that I closed my eyes. Assuming that it's the end of my life. . . .

Méah did not notice that she has gone too far while following the two but she was not able to caught up with them. Exhausted and sweating all over, she could feel the thirst waking up especially in her throat; it was slowly getting dry from there as well as the entirety of her mouth. She feel like drinking a whole tub of water at this moment from the combined heat and thirst.

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?"

Before he got sober. He poured the blood into the cup. Took a whiff of the delicious smell. He savored them, the scent, the taste, the nutrition the liquid would offer. He would not waste a single drop if he could help it, although he could live without it. He could go months, years even, in constant thirst. That would torture him, make him half-dying, like a fish on shore, but still…

"...I dunno." "You dunno? ...What do you suggest, you dunno?" "Because I failed to drink any blood yesterday, I became thirsting for it. But... I have to be capable of bearing it." "Should? Don't you understand your frame well?" "I do not understand... I do not sense the thirst proper now, perhaps it is... due to the fact I drank the magnificence rep's blood, perhaps..." "Say, even supposing this is the case, whether or not you drank or now no longer, you have to remember..."

Kya ho agar jo aakhiri baar nazrana na mile? Kya ho agar aansu rone ka moka hi na mile? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar tujhe chu na saku? Kya ho agar na chahte huye bhi chali jayu? Kya ho agar umid na bache? Kya ho agar dino ki kasme waade na rhe? Kya ho agar aakhiri baar aakhe band krne se phele tujhe meri dhundhlati nazare dekh hi na sake?

I couldn't discern its origin, couldn't fathom why this insatiable thirst persisted even as I fed. With a disdainful sneer, I hurled him onto the couch, his face drained of colour. Frustration welled within me as I paced the room, grappling with the inexplicable emptiness that haunted me. It was a torment, a reminder of the insatiable hunger that defined my existence, a hunger that no amount of blood could satiate.

“Water…let me get you water.” “No,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I'm not just thirsty for water. I'm thirsty for you, and if I don't have you, it's like I'm going to lose my sanity. It's driving me crazy.” He sounded frustrated, like a man fighting a losing battle against his own body's urges. For how long can he hold up?

The silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket, broken only by the soft shuffle of my own footsteps echoing through the empty house. I retrieved a chilled water bottle from the fridge and poured its icy contents into a glass. Cold water has always been my preference, there's something about its crispness that quenches my thirst like nothing else. As the first sip trickled down my throat, followed by another, I couldn't resist the urge to gulp down the entire glass in one go. The icy cascade provided instant relief to the discomfort lingering in my parched throat.