Thirst The Novel Novels & Stories

It didn't seem as if he was leaving so I continued reading my book ,occasionally stealing a glance of him. He was just there picking his nails and doing nothing else, why did he come here? "I'm thirsty" He suddenly said. Why's he telling me he's thirsty? " I'm thirsty "He said again. I didn't need to be told so I gave him my water bottle and he drank the whole water,closed the bottle and tossed it at me,it hit my hand and fell on the ground " You could at least give it back to me " I said as I picked it up and kept beside me.

They are talking about our future performance at the upcoming Freshmen's Night. When we got to our destination,we went straight to the bookstore. I also don’t know why we went straight here. It seems like our feet have already decided where to go even though we weren't talking. "Are you going to buy anything here?" Renjo asked. "No. We'll just smell the book pages." Mace said seriously as she started opening various books. I wanted to laugh at Renjo's face because he was obviously weirded by Mace's answer. But instead of laughing, I just started looking for a book.

“Any changes? Even small ones?” Vivienne hesitated. Her mind betrayed her immediately, dragging her back to the night she had not spoken about. The sharp ache in her gums that had woken her from sleep. The strange pressure that had forced her to run her tongue along her teeth, only to feel something unfamiliar. Her canines had grown longer and sharper than they had ever been and she was feeling this urge to taste her own blood and the excessive thirst for water that she had never felt before. She had stumbled out of bed, her heart racing, her body trembling, her throat throbbing and when she caught her reflection in the faint shine of a metal bowl that she was about to use to drink water, sh

Sharp and burning with rage. Hunger for food and thirst for water gnawed at me, but it’s nothing compared to the hunger and thirst for revenge that fueled me, that kept me alive, that whispered in my ear every second I’m trapped in this hellhole. Shadow Claw. My pack. My throne. I will get it all back, and when I do, every single person who has ever crossed me, who has ever treated me like I’m nothing, will pay. They will beg for mercy, and I will show them none. Not Lilith, not Wanni, not anyone. Their suffering will be slow, their pain will be exquisite and excruciatingly, and I will savour every moment of it.

Lena woke drowning in fire. It licked her veins, curled beneath her skin, and pulsed in the hollow of her throat where his teeth had sunk deep. She shot upright, breath ragged, clutching at her neck. The skin was smooth—too smooth—no punctures, no blood. But she felt it. A throb that wasn’t just pain. It was hunger. The room spun, heavy with smoke and pine. She blinked until it sharpened into stone walls, firelight, a fur-draped bed. The same den. The same prison.

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.

Vincent gasped again and shook his head. "Oh God, what happened to me? I want to drink; I'm thirsty!" Vincent turned around and took the glass containing the rest of the water he had drunk earlier. He tried everything but to no avail. The rancid smell of blood was increasingly bothering his senses now. It is not disgust but an unbearable thirst. And unfortunately, his hand hurt even more. "Ah, help me!" Vincent asked quickly, then turned back to the blood splattered on the floor when a nurse was stopping the man's bleeding. Every drop of blood felt so tempting. Vincent couldn't stop licking his lips and gasping. He wanted to sip it like hell.

“Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.” Joy caressed her stomach with a loving expression as she sat in the ward. She gave off a motherly air, as if she wanted the whole world to know that she was pregnant. I stood outside the door and watched her quietly while I clenched my fists. My nails tore through the skin of my palms, and the pain gradually made me regain my rationality. She wanted to test the waters, right? I would give her the chance.

I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom. Eventually after a while , I hear footsteps nearing me – I do not take notice of the person who takes a seat next to me and the masculine scent that enters my nose accompanied by the delicious smell of food , I come to a conclusion that it is Xavier with a plate of food. “Here…” he brings a spoon full of the bowls content to my mouth , and at first I refuse it but eventually I had given in to it’s scent and opened my mouth. He began to feed me , and I actually enjoyed it – it was comforting , like he is there for me but did not need to r

Now it just feels like an elaborate prison, holding memories of Miles' coldness, of nights spent alone while he was thinking about Roxy, of a love that was never returned. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the entrance, my heels clicking against the cobblestone path. My mind races with the thought of the life growing inside me. A boy with Miles' gray eyes? A girl with my blonde hair? A child who will grow up knowing their father never loved their mother?