Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

Bea's terrified response was barely audible, but River's sensitive ears picked up the faint whisper. "Yes...yes, I understand." The conversation faded into the night, leaving River with more questions than answers. Who was the mysterious person threatening Bea? And what was the true purpose of the potion being added to Thane's water? She remembered her observations when Thane drank water from the jug while she was in his room. He seemed to feel thirstier as he drank the water, gulping it down as if his life depended on it. He also felt pain in his knees after drinking the water. Was that even related? And, it seemed he became angry at her afterwards. That was when he asked her to give him sp

Eden's POV I stand by the sink as the pipes reluctantly splutter to life. A small burst of water explodes from the faucet, followed by a steady trickle. I desperately cup my hands underneath, waiting for them to collect just enough liquid to bring it to my lips. I drink it down without a thought, the overwhelming thirst taking over any worries I might have had about its cleanliness. Thankfully, it tastes fresh enough, and my shoulders drop in relief as I press my wet hands against my face.

Waiting for vampires to choose me for feeding. That's the horror of it. I'm volunteering for my own exploitation. I smile when vampires approach. I offer my wrist or throat eagerly. Because if I don't, if I'm not enthusiastic enough, they might not feed on me. And if they don't feed, I don't get venom. And without venom, the withdrawal starts. I'd rather be dead. But I'm too addicted to die. Violette approaches. She's Mordaunt's head thrall. Been addicted for twenty years. She runs the club operations and manages the other thralls.

Vincent answered. My ankles are in heat as I walked towards the fridge. I opened the refrigerator to see beers, juice, ice-cold water and absolutely no fucking coke, but at least they have ginger ale. I just needed something that has the acid effect that can flush my thirst. I grabbed the bottle of ginger ale then gulped almost half of it. "Where's Yhannie?" Vincent asked. "Still sleeping," I answered. I began to notice that Valentine isn't talking. He's looking rather serious and acting as if I don't exist at all. I settled at the table and gulped the rest of the ginger ale and still hoping for Valentine to at least give me some attention.

I think she wants me to see her like this. No. This is too much. I'm going to cum in my pants and I don't have time to explain why I'm changing my clothes. I need to control myself before I do something ridiculously stupid like ruin her entire future. I tear myself away, grab a bottle of freezing cold water from the mini fridge, and chug it like I’m dying. Think about disgusting things. Disgusting things. “Thirsty?” she teases from the doorway, her voice soaked in amusement.

I could feel his eyes on me—two blue flames of agony and silent encouragement. Ten minutes, I reminded myself. Ten minutes before the heart stops. I walked toward the pedestal. Every step felt like I was walking through deep water. The Alpha blood I had swallowed earlier was starting to act. My skin felt tight, and a low, humming heat was building in the pit of my stomach. I reached for the chalice. The silver was ice-cold against my fingers. "Drink," Thorne commanded. I lifted the cup to my lips. I didn't hesitate. I drained the violet liquid in three long swallows.

"You're not thirsty! Then I'll drink it myself..." Seeing that she didn't seem to be polite, Mrs. Quinton didn't force her and drank all the water in her glass. It was obvious that she was really thirsty. That was true. On this day, she came out of the train station by herself and searched around the city for a long time before finding them. She was tired and thirsty. It was really difficult for her. Thinking of this, Zoey couldn't bear it. After Mother Quinton finished drinking, she took the cup in her hand and asked, "Auntie, do you want another cup?"

"...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..."

My hand subconsciously went to my throat and I swallowed back some saliva trying to wet my throat. "Are you thirsty?" Darius and Killian asked simultaneously, the other brother scoffed, witnessing how they reacted. "A… glas…" I tried to force myself to speak but it was proving difficult. "Water? You need what?" Killian asked. "Of course that's what she wants, fool." Darius cursed then he walked over to the table beside the bed I was lying down, there was a jug of water and glass cup in a tray there, he poured some water from the hug into the cup then handed it to be.

I was so thirsty that I would have done anything for just a few more drops of that water. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and I could barely swallow. I had never been this thirsty in my entire life. I tried to move my mouth toward the container, not caring how pathetic I must have looked. The ropes around my wrists were cutting into my skin as I struggled, but I didn’t care about the pain. All I could think about was how much I needed water. But Zach saw what I was doing and started laughing. It was a cruel, horrible sound that made my skin crawl. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying watching me be so desperate for something as basic as water.