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In its place was something deeper. Craving. Strong. Permanent. For them. For more.

“I’m admitting it.” The words landed in her chest like heat. She set the glass down because her hands had started to shake. The marks on her arms looked like a language she was only now learning to read. Part of her wanted to stand up, put on a dress, go back to the version of herself that could still pretend this was a dangerous affair she would outgrow. The larger part of her stayed on the mattress, thighs loose, body still open from the afternoon, and did not move. “So we name it,” she said quietly. “The craving. Not the game. The thing that doesn’t shut off when the scene ends.”

“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

Eva woke late into the night, her body heavy, her mind foggy — but her cravings sharp as ever. It had become routine: wake, eat, repeat. She told herself it was just the pregnancy, but deep down, she knew it was more. It was fear. The kind of fear that made every bite feel like a last meal. She didn’t just crave food — she craved control. In a world where everything could be taken from her at any moment, food was the only thing she could give herself without question.

Hey, Sweethearts!(^^) I'm back! Who've missed me and my daily notifications? Haha. So this is the announcement I promised to make last Friday. CRAVE is now out for your reading. There are currently three chapters available, and you can click on my author's icon to read or simply search for it. And while you're at that, please remember this is a new book and will be needing your support in terms of gems, comments and reviews. I hope you'll be willing to give that:-)

"Your sick baby. No work tomorrow for you" I scowl "I'm not sick" The grin on Jacob's varnish, replaced by a look of primal lust. "You will be, when I'm through with you" Gulp.

Hey, Sweethearts! While wait for Lucy and Ralph's chapter that I'll be releasing this evening, which will be the last bonus chapter that'll close SIN entirely; I just want to let you know that Arabella's story is out!! I know some of you wanted to see her development, and now you have it. Her book is out, and it's titled CRAVE. You can go under my author's icon to see it or simply search for it. CRAVE is a new journey, so it'll be needing all of your support. There are only three chapters available now, so do add to your library, spare some votes for the new one and do leave a review on your thoughts of her story. They'll all be well appreciated.

And again it seems after I had woken up and wanted more. Good heavens I still wanted to kill him but I couldn’t I desperately went after him, I couldn’t help it that my body was craving him. Was it the juice, but it shouldn’t have made me drunk or horny like that. Was it the pregnancy hormones, I really didn’t find men interesting these days but it seemed the bastard was the exception. I seemed to crave him like I did food and that was not healthy, he was my boss and a bastard that I couldn’t stand.

When he noticed that his thoughts were running amok, Xue Han took his cup and took another sip trying by all means not to look in her direction. When they were done, Xue Han stood up and went back to the camp. During his work inside the main tent, he just couldn't filter out her image, and all the focus he was supposed to put in studying the official reports lying on the table, was long thrown out of the window. At some point he spoilt some ink on the white parchment he was working on. Even then he made no move to clean the mess. Xue Han felt like he was going crazy. It appeared as if he had been bewitched.

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.