Unfulfilled Desires Novels & Stories

Roger Every person has one wish that they will do anything to achieve. A goal for which they sacrifice their whole lives. This desire is deeply rooted within their hearts and serves as a driving force that propels them forward, even in the face of adversity. I have one wish like that too: I would like to fulfill a goal that has kept me roaming aimlessly in this world for hundreds of years. That is death. I want to die, but my cruel fate doesn’t allow me to die either. Every day, I am burdened by the weight of immortality, unable to escape the eternal cycle of life. The longing for release consumes me as I yearn for the peace that death promises.

Satisfaction, confusion, anger, and disappointment. Getting to her room, she slammed the door after her and jumped right on her bed. She pressed her face to her pillow as she growled. Tonight had been too much. Her sexual desire had been satisfied but yet...it felt incomplete. But she knew she shouldn't be ungrateful. And it was dangerous to want more.

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.

Every spark and wave of our bond travels throughout my body. Adam breaks our kiss but stays painfully close. He studies my face, and I make no effort to hide the longing in my eyes or the color on my cheeks. It's not enough anymore—to kiss him every now and then. I don't think it ever was. A part of me—though anxious toward intimacy—has always been unsatisfied, and it is only getting more difficult to keep my innermost desires at bay. We share a bed. I lay in his arms. I would be lying if I said my mind didn't wander at such times. Adam must see it now as I gaze up at him, the yearning for more.

Not lust. Something more satisfying.

They tell that man and desire are one unity because in fact that desire is always in man. It could be wealth, power, respect from others, office, anything. That desire depends so much on the person, but no matter how much they have, they will never be satisfied because people are greedy. But you always say that in this life I must not be greedy, to be grateful for what I have because greed is sin. I try, I try not to be greedy. But recently, I’ve become more greedy, indeed though I know I shouldn’t be.

His heart ached for the mundane yet extraordinary moments that define a life shared with a beloved partner. But reality crashed down on him like a wave, reminding him of the impossibility of his dreams. His shoulders slumped with the weight of unfulfilled desires, and his gaze turned inward, lost in a world where love remained just out of reach. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, weaving a tale of yearning, hope, and the cruel twist of fate that had left his love story unfinished

At least I had no chance to feel more pain if I had just died in the journey. Or maybe . . . it happened because I was in a hurry. I didn't think carefully about the steps I would take. What I did was insufficient—it wasn’t enough. And as a result, I became more thirsty for something I’ve always desired—peace. I went beyond the norm to satisfy myself. I already had what I desire yet due to my thirst . . . I kept finding every bit of it until I had it all, only to realize that I will never satisfy myself with this monstrous gluttony.

The dreams of finding my destined mate felt like distant echoes, fading whispers in a vast, uncaring universe. As I navigated through each day, a sense of futility enveloped my every action. It was as if I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of disappointment, a cruel dance where every step forward led me further into the depths of despair. The weight of my unfulfilled desires pressed upon me relentlessly, suffocating any flicker of optimism that dared to ignite within me.

And I, I lie awake. My body should be annihilated. It has known ecstasy, release, a total abandonment. But a dull, insidious energy runs through my veins. It does not resemble the sharp tension of early desire. It is deeper, more troubling. A continuous vibration, a need that was not, that perhaps could never be, fully satisfied.