I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

“Amara—” “No,” I said, holding up a hand. “Don’t give me another vague promise. Don’t tell me what I want to hear just so we stop fighting.” He breathed out slowly. “Then tell me what you need.” That question—simple, honest—broke something open in me. I looked at him, eyes burning. “I need you to actually be here,” I said. “Not just physically. I need you to show up even when things are messy. I need you to talk to me, even when it’s uncomfortable. I need you to stop running every time we touch something real.”

She suffered, she blamed herself… and even with her soul in shreds, she forced herself to go on. The weekend arrived with a soft morning sun flooding her bedroom. It was still early when her eyes fluttered open, but something was different about this Saturday. An overwhelming, almost absurd craving consumed her—cajá with mint syrup. Just thinking about the fruit made her mouth water as if it were a vital need. She pressed her hand to her belly and smiled. “You little ones are having cravings, huh?” she whispered, as though speaking directly to the babies inside her. “We’ll fix that.”

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

his kisses full of a strange kind of hunger that's making me lose control. Why am I feeling this now? Does it means I have been secretly craving for this moment? His hands grabs my boobs and squeezes them softly...his fingers fondling with my nipples. My body is suddenly itching me to feel his touch...I'm having a kind of craving I thought I wouldn't have for anyone with his touch. He stops kissing me and stands up...I frown because I suddenly miss him...his touch. My boobs and body are all craving for his touch...I want him to touch me now!

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

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.

I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight. But the real kicker? I couldn’t hide it anymore. My stomach had begun to round, small but visible, and the cravings weren’t just weird; they were fierce. They arrived with heat in my skin, tightness in my chest, and a sense of yearning that felt like an animal.

But my night-time reminded me. The evenings, alone and comfy in bed. They reminded me. Because that’s when the cravings start. The desire, raw desire to be taken over and over until I was too weak to move a muscle. That craving. Talking to Axel on call didn’t help. I mean, it did free my mind for a bit. A few laughs and bumble talk, but when it was over, we bid each other goodnight and I was alone again? The cravings came again. Just resuming from where they stopped and bombarding my mind with images. Graphic pictures and memories of how the last session felt.

"You used to love it when I watched you. Remember before the accident? The way you'd undress slowly for me?" Those memories hurt now. "That was a different life. We're different people now." "Are we?" David tilted his head. "Or are you just better at pretending? If you could have one night of real passion, no guilt, what would you want?" I froze. Why is my heart racing? I shouldn't even imagine it. "I don't think about that." "Liar," he said with a small smile. "Everyone lies to themselves. Especially you." I took a deep breath. Stay strong, Clara. "Your medication is on the nightstand. Do you want it now or later?"

“No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. " “Fuck you." I said. “It's very sweet."