Thirst Smallville Novels & Stories

Chapter Seven: Under The Table Sins, Part One It was not there before and I knew very well what the solid growth which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Thirst. Of all the feelings I thought would favour me in this beguiling moment, the most peculiar, strongly vied to be the most dominant. Thirst. My throat was dry and in need of a deposit of moisture, but it was not parched. Water was not what I needed.

"Yes, or the students of Ravenwood have a string taste for all thing related to the supernatural." "Whatever the reason, it's working!" Like most people around me, I begin looking for the famous Dr. Simmons. I look around the room, I can't see any pot bellied sixty-year-olds. "Decidedly, he wants to be wanted, our globe-trotter."

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

The videos were all short, but somehow, the more I replayed them, the more addictive they became. I hovered my finger over the "Follow" button, hesitating, when a notification banner suddenly popped up at the top of the screen. A text...from Oliver. My hand jerked so hard that I nearly threw my phone across the room. Late at night, Oliver had sent me a video. Just the thumbnail alone was bolder than anything he had posted on TikTok. In the video, he looked freshly out of the shower, heat and steam still clinging faintly to his skin...

There was not a drop of alcohol in sight. “Just because you’re a pussycat doesn’t mean you need to eat like one.” Zander slammed his fridge shut, groaning. “There’s a stray under my building that I feed. Lost souls connect to one another in a quiet way. If you’re looking for booze, I hate to break it to you, but I quit.” He freefell to his couch with a thud, slouching and flipping channels on his TV. Was he expecting a medal? A bright sticker? Or maybe just for him to not punch him in the face.

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.

His eyes glistened, and they challenged the stars in the sky. My heart thrummed against my ribcage; it begged to release some of the warmth that had been placed there, even if it was just for a moment. My throat bobbed as I swallowed multiple times. Something needed to be done about this thirst. He handed me juice. “Are you thirsty?” I reached for the juice and gulped it desperately, but still, the thirst was insatiable. His eyes lingered on me, and the thirst consumed me. It wasn’t the juice I needed—I knew that. But I wasn’t supposed to have a taste of him.

"Exerting yourself will make you hungry, and now that I think about it you should be experiencing some sort of thirst by now, since you drained your blood to cover that corpse and crossed an entire dessert in one night, on top of that the sun burned you earlier today and you healed up, that means all that output is going to need some input at some point, and I don't want your thirst to kick in whilst we are having intimate relations" Skyler looked at the blood, then moved her tounge in her mouth, it was strange, she wasn't hungry, it was more a thirst than anything else just as Claire said, but she didn't feel like drinking blood. "The thing is, I don't feel like it, the idea is putting me o

“Eat, or you'll die. It's that simple. Open your mouth, Monroe.” My lips remain sealed, defying him. The ominous tone sends a jolt through my chest, making my heart stutter before racing ahead. I crave a breath of fresh air, a glimpse of sunlight, anything to remind me I'm still alive. “I…I need to quench my thirst,” I whisper, my voice cracking on the words. “And a bath…please.” The words are a desperate plea, torn from my parched throat. “One step at a time, then.” His deep, velvety voice wraps around me, comforting and unsettling at the same time. “You must be dying of thirst. Here, drink this.”

"I don’t get fevers. I’m just thirsty." He held a warm cup of honey water to my lips, and I downed it in one go. After finishing the first cup, I licked my dry lips, still unsatisfied. "I want more." Without a word, Miles poured me another glass. After three full cups, the thirst finally eased. My head felt a little clearer too—clear enough to realize he was staring at me with a half-smile, half-frown. There was a flicker in his eyes—a mix of amusement and a quiet, simmering frustration I couldn’t quite read.