Unspeakable Longing Novels & Stories

The echoes of my desire linger in the air, a bitter reminder of the forbidden fruit that lies just out of reach. I know that I must bury these feelings deep within me, lock them away where they can never see the light of day. I cannot allow myself to succumb to the allure of Octavia's charms, to betray the trust that has been placed in me. But even as I lie there in the darkness, I cannot shake the longing that courses through me—a hunger that cannot be sated, a desire that cannot be quenched. It gnaws at me from the inside out, a relentless force that threatens to consume me whole.

I may never be able to do that anymore, I may never see him, or talk to him, or hear his voice or- There’s this longing that comes with the absence of someone you fell deeply in love with. Knowing that you might never have them in your life increases the need to be with them, to the point where it chokes the life out of you. I’m not sure at what point I laid down but the floor cools my cheeks, my tears spilling over. If I lie here long enough I might become one with the broken glass and disappear. The door opens with a creak but I don’t turn to see who it is. I’m way past the point of caring. I get up anyway and start to pick the glass off the floor, my mind barely registering what I’m doing

The nanny got to work, collecting every photo album and frame, then stacking them on the lawn. Jessica uncorked several bottles of Anthony's prized red wine, dousing the memories in scarlet. She poured a glass for herself and one for the nanny. Their glasses met with a hollow clink, the echo of a five-year love breaking apart. Jessica flicked the lighter and tossed it into the heap, watching the past go up in flames. Flickering flames cast a warm glow as Jessica tipped back her glass, the last of the wine mingling with the tears that traced a path down her cheeks.

The crushing weight of her misery, the burden of her fractured memories, threatened to shatter her delicate soul. Through gasps and choked words, Faith's voice quivered with profound sorrow and unfulfilled longing. Every syllable she uttered was saturated with the yearning to fill the void within her, to piece together the fragments of her past. Her plea for remembrance, for the restoration of her identity, reverberated through the air, carrying the depth of her desperation.

In an instant, the unsettling apparition vanished, leaving me uncertain if it was a figment of my imagination or something else. A longing tugged at my heart, an indescribable yearning for an elusive connection. It was as if an ethereal force beckoned to me, whispering secrets that remained just beyond my reach. The irresistible beckoning echoed through the depths of my being, urging me to heed its call. Something was calling out for me. I could feel it in my bones.

A single word echoed in my mind, unbidden, raw, and powerful, filling me with a longing I couldn’t understand, couldn’t control. “Mate.”

Eric was preparing dinner for himself and his daughter in the kitchen while Lizzy and her friends were doing group studies in the living room. He was about to leave to go to his room to finish some of his office work in the room when he overheard Lizzy’s friend discussing their mother. His daughter, unlike others, was listening to her friends in silence, and his heart clenched at that moment. During his heartbreak, he lost sight of the fact that Lizzy was still a child who longed for her mother's love. He may have loved her a lot in an attempt to fill the void left by Miranda's departure, but no matter how much he tries, he will never be able to fill that place.

I told her, she in turn rolled her eyes and snorted. “You're no fun, what happened to that Genesis who was so eager to be loved and to give love?” she asked, I pursed my lips and shrugged. “She's gone, I guess.” I said, my voice lowered and there was a minute of awkward silence. “Gen, don't let him change who you are. It's his lost, not yours.” she told me, I let out a small smile. “I know, Drea. But, was the love I gave not enough for him that he had to look for it in a different woman?” I asked her, I noticed that my tears are started to flood up at the corner of my eye.

She tightened the grip on her knees as she stared blankly to nowhere. It’s only about four o'clock in the afternoon and Dhalia was sure that her companions are not at home yet. Their mother was still in the flea market, while their siblings were still in school. She slowly got up then slowly unbuttoned her uniform. Dhalia was sure that it will be an obstacle to her self-romance. It's been more than a month since she last did a sex on phone with Edmundo. That means that she’s been lacking it too much. She’s been longing for her hands to be filled with the white fluid from her core.

It had been a long time since I heard her voice. Somehow, I became greedy. I longed for her to say the words I wanted to hear. But my time was running out. I hesitated for a moment. Then I reluctantly said to her. "Zoey." "Hmm?" "Let's break up." There was a pause on the other end. "What are you talking about? I bought a lot of groceries. Come back and make me a meal." I let out a soft chuckle. So, she just called me to cook for her.