Craving Novel Novels & Stories

Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

The washing machine shook under us. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sucking me in with every thrust. It felt different this time, riskier, knowing people were home. That made it hotter. My obsession with her was getting worse. I thought about her constantly, her smell, the way she challenged me, the sounds she made when she came. “Tell me how much you need this dick,” I growled against her neck, biting down as I slammed into her. She gasped, pushing back to meet me. “I need it. I fucking crave it now. Every time you look at me I get wet. This is so wrong but I don’t care anymore. Don’t stop, please.”

“It’s been… a long time. My ex never really cared about my pleasure. He’d just push my legs open, shove his cock inside me for a few minutes, grunt a couple times, and cum. Then he’d roll over and fall asleep. I’d lie there afterwards feeling used and empty, like my body was just a hole for him to use.” Dr. Marcus’s pen had stopped moving. His intense dark eyes were locked on me, burning with a heat that made my skin tingle. He shifted in his chair, uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed. “I want to feel wanted,” I continued, my voice growing breathy. “I want someone to take their time with my breasts,

The rich sweetness of the chocolate cake melted on her tongue, offering a satisfaction that eased the tension in her heart and made her tummy happy. “So sweet… I have been craving this”. She hummed and swung her legs happily like a child. She had an idea to enjoy the sweet moment by reading a book Jessie had recently added to her library on the novel app M********r. The title, *Don't Toy with Me, Sexiest Man of the Year* by Luchi Luchy. She chuckled at the accidental marriage proposal to the female lead and began reading more chapters, quickly finding herself drawn into the story. The escapism of the novel was exactly what she needed, the intriguing plot and rollercoaster of emotions combine

Even before she had gotten a job, it was the same case, she husteled beyond her ability just to get something for her hair, makeup and toiletry, clothes were always number last to her, for as long as she had that pretty dolly face, she was super! Days passed by, cravings grew day by day. Het cravings were to die for, she used to crave things she had never craved before, like Liquie Fruits, Snacks, naartjies or oranges, with a fanta orange or sprite, with barbeque simba chips, without the fanta or sprite, she had nothing to buy. She used to buy lots of the naartjies, but she couldn't stop until she went out of money. The cravings went on and on such such that they required her to borrow money

2 HAVE YOU EVER woken up some morning with a burning, insatiable desire to go out and kill someone? No? Huh. Guess I’m weird, then. Anyway, this morning I wake up with such a craving. As usual, the craving has been preceded by a dream—well, a flashback to be exact. It’s always the same memory, and if you think I’m going to tell you anymore than that, you really do need to go back and read the first book, because you clearly have not yet learned I am the kind of person who will break the fourth wall a couple times every other page, but you will have to torture me (and not the fun kind of torture) before I talk about personal, psycho, feelings shit.

"I'm gonna wreck you." I grinned, shameless and breathless. "Promises, promises." And then he was on me again, climbing over me, his mouth everywhere my chest, my throat, the slope of my hip, worshipping and ravenous all at once. His hands roamed, dragging nails, squeezing, grabbing like he was afraid I'd vanish if he didn't hold me hard enough. I arched up to meet every touch, shameless and soaking wet, lost in the way he said my name like a curse and a prayer all at once.