Craving Novel Novels & Stories

Evelyn Hart saved Bryan Kingsley’s life once. He repaid her by ruining hers. As children, she pulled him from a river, but her sister Lily stole the credit before he woke. Bryan grew up loving Lily, while Evelyn became the quiet girl no one remembered. Years later, when Lily was left paralyzed after a mysterious accident, Evelyn took the blame. Bryan believed the worst of her, forced her into a loveless marriage and spent three years making her pay for a lie she never told. Then Lily came back, walking and looking beautiful and ready to reclaim him. Bryan divorced Evelyn without hesitation, and Evelyn disappeared with a broken heart, a secret from his dead mother and a child he did not

“Cum while I fuck your ass in this quiet library.” The orgasm hit hard and deep. My whole body clenched around him. I had to press my face into my arm to muffle the broken cry that tried to leave my throat. Waves of intense pleasure rolled through me from the fullness alone. My legs shook. He kept moving through it, slow and steady, drawing it out until I was soft and trembling under him.

“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.”

I snapped irritably. Delon clenched his fists, and he held back his emotions. "Chriss said you are going to make a new novel about werewolf. Currently novels with the fantasy genre are in demand. Chris asked me to check on you, Chriss was so busy he couldn't see you. You also don't pick up the phone from Chris, "said Delon

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

Rara fidgeted with her hands, her head hazy as blood rushed through her veins violently. She yearned to immerse herself in his very being, to get lost in his moments of vulnerability. Yearning for a taste of abandon, she wished to be consumed by the intoxication of his scented exhales. Her whole being trembled at the mere thought. Never before had she desired something with such fervor, this man being her ultimate craving. It felt morally wrong, yet she longed to embrace her inner rebel. All for him.

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.

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Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.