Novel & Cerita Bubble Frost Crave

But that's the urge I woke up to this morning. I've been craving so many weird things for the past few weeks, something that has never happened to me before. Natasha cocks her head at me, noticing the face I'm making. “Make what, ma'am?” I drop my voice lower after taking a deep breath. “Sugar and lemon mixed with lukewarm water.” She gasps, eyes wide. “That's a weird combo…” “I know it is,” I blurt out, cutting her off. I mean, who on earth drinks such mixtures?

Breathless. And already craving more.

Aura's POV I woke up one morning with a hunger so sharp, so wild, I nearly cried. It wasn't just for food. It was deeper, more primal. My body ached for something I couldn't define, something only the growing life inside me seemed to understand. The cravings hit like waves. One minute I was fine, brushing my hair or wiping down a table at Molly’s Diner, and the next, I needed something—no, had to have it. Ice. Lemon peels. Spicy sausages dipped into honey. I never ate like this before. I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight.

May munting ngiti ito sa labi. "Pwede ba akong maupo rito?" wika nito sa malambing na boses. Inayos niya ang pagkakaupo at hindi sinagot ang babae. Nilibot niya ang mata sa kabuoan ng shop at marami pa namang bakanteng upoan. "Nag-order na rin ako ng isang slice ng chocolate cake para sa 'yo. Sabihin mo lang kung ayaw mo para makapag-order ako ng ibang flavor." Umupo na ito sa kanyang tapat.

Ember Frost’s POV I opened the window wide, and the memory veil surged in. It flowed around me like mist, its icy brush sending shivers across my skin. At first, it made me want to gag. Now… I didn’t know. After taking it in over and over, the taste had changed. Beneath the stale, moldy flavor, there was something faintly sweet. Subtle. A bit pleasant. I hated to admit it, but that little sweetness kept drawing me back for more.

I can feel my ears burning out of embarrassment. But Zack wheezes and cups my face with one hand. “Yeah, I know, you didn’t have your breakfast. What would you like to eat?” I slowly lift my head and gaze at his grinning face. “Uh…, Fru-Fruit custard,” My mouth feels sour, so I’m craving something sweet.

“Mom, I'm craving some bobba tea. Can I go get one in the cafe downtown?” Her gaze drawled from the telenovela series she was watching to me. “You can't, Ivana. Have you forgotten what happened when you left the mall for the same bobba tea, last time?” I exhaled. It wasn't going to be easy. “I know, but Felix and Mark can come with me for protection. Can't I just get what I'm craving for?” I frowned, my patience already running low. “I can't go to college. Yes, I accepted that. I can't go for my therapy sessions, also, I accepted that. But now that I'm craving for bobba tea, still, I can't get it?”

“I see. Appetite. So, does that explain you crying for an ice cream at 3am.” I paused, slowly licking the cream off my food. I had an odd craving for ice cream and fried chips. The first night it started was weeks ago. I had woken up, crying for ice cream, and I wanted it immediately. Shane had gotten up to order but all the shops were locked up. Angry, and tired, I went back to sleep but didn't talk to him. He returned home with flowers and ice cream but then I started craving fries. My eyes would water and I couldn't stop myself from crying even when I wanted to.

Soon I reach the shop across the street and quickly order chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry slabs of ice-cream. The ice cream man hands me a teaspoon of currant-flavoured ice cream to taste, and as I feel that cold, sweet taste in my mouth, an inexplicable feeling comes over me. A craving. A passion and the image of Paul leaps to mind. I immediately open my eyes and refuse to believe what I've been thinking. It's shocking!

"Ice cream? I don't think it's a good idea to eat ice cream in your condition" "Who said I can't eat ice cream?" I sigh. "Ok, we'll get your chocolate ice cream tomorrow" "But I want it now" I frown. "Bae, it's midnight, there'll be no ice cream charts or even ice cream parlor that'll be open by this time" "I know of one" I sigh. "Bae, it's too late" She pouts and quivers her lips as if she's gonna cry. Is she craving for ice cream because of her menstruation?