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She suffered, she blamed herself… and even with her soul in shreds, she forced herself to go on. The weekend arrived with a soft morning sun flooding her bedroom. It was still early when her eyes fluttered open, but something was different about this Saturday. An overwhelming, almost absurd craving consumed her—cajá with mint syrup. Just thinking about the fruit made her mouth water as if it were a vital need. She pressed her hand to her belly and smiled. “You little ones are having cravings, huh?” she whispered, as though speaking directly to the babies inside her. “We’ll fix that.”

she allowed the words to trail. Their friend patted her round stomach. “I’ve just been eating a lot. These cravings are taking a toll. You have no idea how much poor Cade had to go out in the middle of the night because I’m craving for something that we don’t have in the fridge. I feel like I’m driving him crazy.”

“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?”

“…Please tell me you’re not about to drink pickle juice with chocolate milk.” I turned slowly, guilty as a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “It’s called cravings. Don’t judge me.” He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His T-shirt clung to him in all the unfair ways, and his hair stuck up like he’d been in a bar fight with his pillow. He scratched the side of his beard, blinking blearily. “That’s not cravings, Amelia. That’s a cry for help.” I rolled my eyes, twisting the pickle jar open with a satisfying pop. “Go back to bed, caveman. You’re useless to me right now.”

I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.

“You may sleep better…” Hmm, he seems vast. I’m surprised that this conversation is making me hungry… “I feel like eating kiwi with crackers,” I announce. Hunter opens his mouth and closes it again. “Don't tell me you're having cravings—” he picks up his cellphone and turns on the display— “at four o'clock in the morning!” “Please.” I push out my bottom lip. “No, no, no. No way.” He snorts. “Hunter,” I beg, thinning my voice.

Vivian asked. Scarlet was overcome by an insatiable desire to feed. Every pore in her body screamed out for blood—for Vivian’s blood. Her body was positively quaking. She was dying to kneel down and sink her teeth into Vivian’s throat. She saw herself drinking and drinking, filling up on her blood. It was a craving so strong, she didn’t know if she could stop it. “Scarlet!” came a harsh voice from behind. There was something in that voice, something just strong enough, to make Scarlet turn.

She didn't want to do it, but a part of her kept pushing her. She heard that he was a millionaire and a CEO. This might be her chance to be rich. She should do it now, knowing that she'd not be looking for any sugar daddies anymore. This one's on her age level. "Fuck you for the divorce, Abegail!" Selvin snapped. "You think you could get away from me? Well, you're wrong!" His lips were soft as he brushed them through her. Having CNC kink was hard, but the stings and pains made her feel like she was having an orgasm.

Grabbing the items needed, I walked back to the kitchen and served myself a cup of coffee and waited, sipping from my mug while the sun rose higher in the sky and the sound of feet padding in my direction carried through the apartment. At nine a.m. sharp, Beau Carter stood in my kitchen looking like innocent sin. Barefoot, fresh-faced, and wearing an undershirt I'd taken off in my bathroom before heading out with Jax last night. "Good morning," she mumbled, toe digging into the floor. "Can I have some coffee before I go?" "Have a seat." At my formal tone, she frowned. "Better yet, I should just go. I have a friend that lives nearby...I'll just meet her for brunch instead. Thanks." Another ba

Sarah smirked, but it was bitter, not smug. "I started crafting a vaccine. Something that would purge or neutralize the poison if it ever made its way into my bloodstream. I studied the werewolf variant, ran tests in secret, isolated what made it deadly to us. But I needed something else to stabilize the compound, something I couldn't synthesize on my own." Her eyes flicked to Gabriel. "I needed the booster from Vidor. The clean version. So I hacked my way into your supply lines and snagged a dose off your distribution run."