I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

she said softly, “that you’ll keep fighting everyone—me, him, even yourself—just to convince yourself you’re better than me. But you’re not.” “That’s not true.” She took a step forward, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re just like me, Sabrina.” “No,” I whispered. “I’m not.” “You crave attention,” she said. “You love being wanted by men who shouldn’t want you. You think your love for Ace makes you different, but it doesn’t. It makes you just like me.” My chest heaved. “You don’t know what love is.” “Neither do you,” she said. “You just call it something prettier.”

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.

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

Craving 4 (more desires) “Flip over, I'm ready for round two," she remarked, much like the player that she was. I couldn't move, being bound like a sacrificial lamb hindered my mobility. If she knew that she offered no hint. “Flip over, now,” she said, terror held me hard, I wanted to do what she asked but I couldn't do so as I couldn't move at all.

"Why is she being so stubborn? Doesn't she care about my reputation? Can't she see I need her by my side? What's happened to us? Where did our love go? I've lost her. I've lost myself. How can I fix this? Must find a way to make her understand. Can't lose everything we've built." *************************************************

He rasps, his voice deliciously wrecked. The words spill out of me before I can make sense of them. “I used to love your brother. Now I can’t remember a time where I didn’t crave you, where I didn’t want you even if it hurt me.” “I crave you too, Rain. So fucking much. Don’t shut me out anymore please.” Before I can respond, he flips me in one fluid motion. My back hits the cool leather of the backseat. His body hovers over me heavy and perfect, his hips spreading mine wide, his cock still hard inside me.

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.

"Yes. When he picks me up." Alexandro was silent. "Lulu." "What." "Are you starting to have cravings?" "No. I just like the sound." "But you're pregnant. Usually pregnant women crave food, but you're craving a sports car?" "I'm not craving it. I just..." "You're craving it." "No!" "You are craving it. You like the sound. You want to ride in it. That's called a craving." I couldn't argue. Alexandro walked to the door, opened it, and called Marco.

He didn't know what they talked about. "It's late already. What about tomorrow instead?" He asked for extension. [I want to eat it right now.] "Why is it always at night when you're looking for ice cream? It can just be in the morning. Or you could just want something else!" He complained. [Is it my fault? Did I wanted this? Its- It just keep coming! All of a sudden, I start craving for something. I didn't mean it!] Q said. It looks like she's crying because of the frustration.