Thirst Novels & Stories

"Talk to me, princess," I've gotten used to his endearments that I'm always expecting one after each word. "I got really hungry earlier and I didn't know if it was for food or blood. How am I supposed to differentiate both?" "If you're thirsty for blood, you will feel your fangs protruding out of your lips. But if you don't feel that, then maybe it's for water or food. It might get confusing at the start but you'll get used to it later, princess. Soon, without any effort, you'll recognize each thirst, okay,"

I make no move to acknowledge him or his offerings. Even when he speaks to me, I stand resolute and stubborn. “Are you hungry?” I hear what sounds like a metal tray being placed on the ground. “At the very least, you have got to be thirsty. I brought a couple of bottles of water.” Water sounds amazing, just the thought of it making my mouth salivate. I am so thirsty that my tongue feels like it is sticking to the roof of my mouth and my throat feels like sandpaper when I swallow. My head is stuffy and aching both from the dank dampness of my surroundings and from all the crying that I have done. I know that drinking that water w

He replaced her had with his own, applying pressure to his wound. She just stared at him. "Wait, what is the fever?" She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like the answer but it's something that she needed to know. "The fever is what some hybrids suffer from. It's like liquid fire sweeps over you and you thirst for something that water can't quench." He actually looked uncomfortable. "I get that, but what is it?" She asked intrigued. "What does water not quench?" He locked eyes with her. "Blood, you thirst for blood!"

The hate that Ambrose had for me was just intense that he’s willing to beat the shit out of me but now, that hatred just morphed itself into something beautiful. I brought myself to the fridge and it looked relatively small compared to the fridge that Ambrose had. I grabbed some orange juice hoping to quench this dryness that I have in my throat. I drank one whole glass and I still feel exemplary thirsty. I poured another glass and gulped it like I’ve been deprived of any liquid for the longest time. I still wanted more after finishing the whole glass but I feel like my stomach’s about to burst. I ended up having to tolerate this dehydration that’s been physic

He writhed in agony as lava consumed him through his veins, the pain originating from the bite mark on his pale wrist. His gums ached and his throat burned as if scorched by the desert sand. God, he was so thirsty. It was a thirst unlike any other he had ever experienced in his short conniving life, and it tore through his pain.

His pleasant small moanings when his lips brushed my neck, up to my earlobe stuck in my head. Oh, I feel so hot it is so hard to contain it! I swallowed a lump in my dry throat. Why am I feeling so thirsty right now? The heat was crawling up to my neck and the soft skin between my legs was throbbing distractingly. I rubbed my legs together, hoping that the hot feeling would disappear if I won’t look at Aster, and just try to forget that his small teasing just didn’t happen. My heart is pounding against my chest and my breathing is short and fast. What is happening to me?!

I whimper, sounding so faint. The desire is devouring me. I can't even maintain a steady breathing, and my nipples are almost tearing my bra with their hardness. My pant is all soaking wet, and my thighs are tightly clenched together to soothe the savage throbs of my pot of honey. I'm suffocating in lust and I can't suppress this craving anymore. They need to be tended to. This thirst that's cracking my throat needs to be assuaged. "Well? Stop ogling me and just... Please?" I murmur.

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She froze in fear as he got closer to her, the scent of smoke hit her nostrils as he got too close to her. They were inches apart and she could feel his breathe on her face, his eyes were red and his pupils were dilated. “Are you okay?” He whispered and she nodded in response, she stared at his lips and felt the urge to take it into hers. Somehow the fear she felt was gone and replaced with lust. Draven suddenly buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent, she felt his tongue on her skin and she shivered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to himself, he held onto her tightly.

I'm all over her spell. You want to stand up and walk away to relieve the pain, but your knees are too weak and unable to stand. You want to drink water because you feel very thirsty, but your throat is still dry unable to quench your damn thirst. You also want to cry, but your tears are falling backward and only your heart catches everything bottling up.