I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

I’d be forever grateful that we had managed to overcome the odds. Hey, how’s the whole bloodlust thing going? Are you holding up okay? – L Eh, it’s manageable. Cravings are still a thing, though. Like right now, I could really use a snack. – R Oh? What are you craving? – L Blood. What else would it be? – R Well, I mean… you can always bite me. – L Haha, funny. Good one, Lia. – R I’m not joking. – L Wait, what? Are you serious?

And yet, here we are. The only thing I’m certain of anymore is that whatever is growing in me is very much alive. My body betrays me with cravings,strange ones. I can’t stand the taste of milk. Toothpaste makes me vomit, which is inconvenient when you’d rather not have foul breath on top of everything else.

My nipples suddenly craved his touch. I bit my lips at how anger has quickly changed into pleasure. I wanted him so badly, and the thought of how many questions will be asked or the rumors flying right now as to what I was doing here only added to how insane what he was doing to me was. "Seth, we need to talk," I say, trying to stand my ground even though every part of my body was giving up. "Talk about what?" He asked, his eyes lifted up to look at me. "Talk about what Scarlett," he whispered in my ears, and I closed my ears at the soft yet hard tone of his voice; it made my knee weak.

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

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.

“Mom, I'm craving some bobba tea. Can I go get one in the cafe downtown?” Her gaze drawled from the telenovela series she was watching to me. “You can't, Ivana. Have you forgotten what happened when you left the mall for the same bobba tea, last time?” I exhaled. It wasn't going to be easy. “I know, but Felix and Mark can come with me for protection. Can't I just get what I'm craving for?” I frowned, my patience already running low. “I can't go to college. Yes, I accepted that. I can't go for my therapy sessions, also, I accepted that. But now that I'm craving for bobba tea, still, I can't get it?”

“And keep me posted on Mr. Mysterious, yeah?” “Promise,” I say, hanging up with a shaky breath. The house feels too big now, every creak and hum of the fridge making me jump. I head to the kitchen, hoping food will ground me, but the hum’s still there, a pulse that’s starting to scare me. I grab a granola bar, but my appetite’s gone. Something’s wrong—I can feel it, like a storm I can’t see but know is coming.

I need to take photos of two models, and the work is becoming urgent. Feeling restless, I grabbed my hot cup of coffee and paced around the kitchen. I was supposed to leave home this morning, but I'm too distracted. While I was still in the kitchen, I heard my phone ringing in the bedroom. My first thought was that it might be Becky calling. Since her message yesterday, she hadn't called, and I knew she must be waiting for my text or audio message. How can I make her understand the situation? Loving her feels like being caught in a conflict between me and my brother. Lost in my thoughts, the call ended. Soon after, my phone started ringing again. I needed to pick up and not appear as if I wa

I collapse on the floor, burning hot, dizzy—like my whole body is on edge, unraveling. “The hell, Sunshine? Talk to me. What the hell’s going on?” I look up at him, breathless, my palm against the cold tile. And just when I thought the nausea had passed, something worse hits— a craving. A very specific craving. My mouth goes dry. My tongue feels foreign. I blink, wide-eyed. “I’m craving red oranges,” I whisper. Of all things. Red. Freaking. Oranges.

He plunged his tongue in and swept through Evan’s whole mouth, and he caressed everywhere he had missed so much. “Fuck!” he cursed inside him as he captured Evans’ nibble tongue. How long had he tasted this tongue, how long had he craved to kiss this little mouth, to suck the tongue crazily, to do more to the young man? He wanted him… he had always wanted him so much, but he had always been careful, holding himself back from pushing Evans down and sucking those pale lips. These past few days, whenever he was tired, he’d wish he could bury himself inside Evans, he’d wish he could have him, become one with him and hear him moan his name, but he also knew he couldn't.