Wanting Novels & Stories

He thought about what Elijah would want. He thought about this for a long time. He thought about the list Elijah had brought to the moving-in conversation — the seven items, carefully considered, each one a specific need rather than a vague preference. He thought about a man who had spent years not wanting things on his own behalf and who was now, visibly and daily, wanting things: the culinary school, the kitchen reorganised correctly, the foundation proposal approved, the terrible song learned, the recipe card given. Elijah wanted to be wanted. Specifically, completely, permanently. The wanting

And I was very good at disappearing and had mistaken it for loyalty for longer than I want to count. I know that you can become yourself and still want someone. That those two things do not cancel each other out. That wanting is not weakness if it comes from a full person rather than an empty one. I was afraid of that for a long time. It took a documentary and a harbour and an ice cream cone and a hospital room and a Tuesday photograph on a kitchen counter to understand that wanting and diminishing were never the same thing.

She leaned forward and asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Do you get Mark, like you wanted?” “I’m not sure I want him anymore. Did I tell you that he got offered a job in London?” “No,” Mindy gasped. “Bloody Hell! Is that what this is about? You were trying to get him to stay?” “Not exactly. I was trying to get him to like me properly, but you were right about that, too. He’s never going to like me the way I want him to. Now I'm so confused about who I am, I’m not sure I can salvage things with Mark even if he doesn't go anywhere.”

A few of the employees has began coming to the office with all oblivious of the people in the opened door. Sofia and the unknown guy woke up with a strong urge. The urge that made them crave each other. They both desired to have each other. It felt like their mind was replaced with something else, which can be desire. Nothing else around them matters. They did not take a look at their surrounding and even if they do, their mind was clouded to think of doing anything about it. The strong tearing of dresses forcefully filled the room as Sofia clutched to her stomach. Nothing! Her head is blank, the only thing she can think of now is to quench her taste for sèx .

"Whatever this is. The dating, the rules, the whole ridiculous arrangement you forced on both of us. I started out trying to win, because that's all I knew how to do with anything that mattered to Kade. But somewhere along the way I started actually wanting to know you instead of just wanting to have you, and those turned out to be very different things." "What's the difference?" "Wanting to have someone is about what they'd mean for you," he said slowly, working through the thought as he spoke, like he was discovering it for the first time even as he said it aloud. "Wanti

“This was a mistake.” “Alexei—” “No. Fuck this. Fuck you.” I grab my jacket. “I don’t need this. I don’t need you.” “Yes, you do. That’s the problem.” I stop at the door. “What?” “You want me. And you hate that you want me. But wanting and needing are different things.” His voice is quiet. “When you can admit which one it is, when you can tell me what I actually am to you… ask me again.”

The result is the same. I want her. Far more than I should. Far more than is safe. I want this tiny little paradox so badly it fucking hurts. Wanting someone is unfamiliar enough. Wanting to protect them is worse. Because I’m beginning to feel protective of Aria in ways I don’t entirely understand.

Linda did hook up with guys here and there, but she never settled down. "Having a boyfriend is the least of my worries right now. Right now, I'm striving to pass this internship and maybe making my own clothing line, and I don't have to worry about stupid Andrei barking orders at me like I'm his slave. Like what the hell is wrong with that guy? Is he on his period or something I swear—" "Deep breath Linds," I instruct her. She inhaled then exhaled. "Sorry it's just... Andrei drives me nuts." She tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'm thinking of dying my hair blonde. I've been a brunette for a long time."

Something I didn’t want to name. “Then what do you want?” I asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer. “I want to know you. I want to understand what goes through your head when you go quiet. I want to see what really makes you laugh.” His voice was soft, but the intensity behind it took my breath away. “And if you let me… I want to try.” I sat there, silent. Try. I never imagined that John Blackwell—the man who could have anything—would say those words to me. But there he was, waiting, not demanding, just… waiting.

“Not him. Hold your anchors.” The sound came again, closer. The wanting hit low and sharp, like a hook sliding under my ribs. “I want to go,” I said through clenched teeth. “Wanting is information,” he said. “It doesn’t get to decide.” The sound dropped lower. My body leaned forward before I told it to. “Choose,” Kai said. I stepped once, deliberately, and stopped. The wanting pulled harder, as if surprised I hadn’t kept going. I stayed still. “It’s testing you,” he said.