Craving Novel Novels & Stories

The pride in mom's eyes was so amazing. ... It was cold when I step out of the car, Jacob throws his jacket around my shoulders. We finished dinner a while ago, stopped at Target to get some groceries because we were running out of it and I was oddly craving cinnamon too so Jacob got it for me. "Well tonight was a success" He grinned down at me before kissing my cheek and I blush. "Yes," I say. We hold hands, walking into the Lobby. It's warmer when we enter the elevator maybe because we're not the only ones. When we're halfway up, Jacob let out a sigh?

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.

I am at his mercy. “Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

I wanted a taste. I was suddenly hit with an intense thirst that can be quenched only by having a taste. Fuck, my canines were aching so bad. But I also knew exactly what that meant. I've found a new obsession. But this time it's so strong and powerful. That's how it has been over the past years. If I crave blood that isn't that of my mate's, I will continue to crave different people's blood until I meet my mate, whose blood will put an end to these cravings, since her blood will be the only blood I will forever crave.

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

Her body was taking him to hell, making him long for her heavenly beauty. He wanted to steal her soul and make her his.Her hypnotizing eyes were making him crave.Crave for something that didn't belong to him. He was craving for her. " He was craving for her, cravings that possess every letter of her name,and such desires seem to have no end!"

And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m

How my cravings would never be satisfied. I have to admit that I felt the urge to bring her to the Kingdom and let her explore the world I belong to. But after she gave me the one thing that she never gave anyone, and after having the first taste of her. I just know that there was nothing I wanted more but her. Cravings are nothing compared to her. The moment I tasted Evelyn, she became my addiction. Something I know I could never leave without. And Allison, my first ever fake girlfriend that got wrong.

I did not dare to be reckless anymore, afraid that something even more embarrassing would happen. "Gerald, I want ice cream." "Suck my ice cream." "No-no-no! It's not good. Come on, I want all the ice cream flavors. Hurry, I'm craving!" "Craving or want to be alone?" "Cravings." I feel like someone has cravings, so much to eat ice cream. I've never had cravings before, but it feels like I'm having a heavy craving. ••• We arrived at a tavern. With enthusiasm and half running, I will buy up all the ice cream, somehow I want to eat chocolate flavored ice cream. Usually, I'm not really interested in chocolate.

I am screwed! He popped it open like soda, took a swig, then shoved it toward me. “Your turn.” “I’ve never drunk before,” I admitted. “Then tonight’s your first. Let's pop that cherry, Dumpster Boy.” I took a sip. Fire clawed down my throat. I coughed, grimaced. He laughed, full and rich, and it made me want to try again. So I did. Then again, and again. The burn softened into a warmth that spread through my chest, loosening everything I’d been holding too tight.