I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

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.

Then he broke. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracked. "Every night. Every morning. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees, looking up at me. And I…." He pressed his palm against his forehead, like he was trying to press the thoughts out. "I've never wanted anyone like this. I've never needed anyone like this. And it terrifies me." I closed the distance between us. I reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a starving man.

One day, curiosity won. The place reeked. Rotting food, stale air—made me gag. And there she was, Cassandra, limp in bed, eyes dull, body unmoving. Not even a sip of water nearby. Then she saw me. Her eyes flickered—desperate. She tried to speak, to beg. Nothing came out. Leaning against the doorframe, I smiled. "I'm just here to return the key. Don't worry, Deke will be out in two days."

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

He's so annoying and it was like he had a seventh sense that I was craving something sugary or spicy. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry" liar! lair! Pants on fire! "You don't need to be hungry to have these. It's always been your favorite" He tells me to my face. "You're no one to tell me what I will and will not have, Jacob"

He was going to have what he wanted. Matteo moved his lips possessively against her mouth. He sucked on her lips and demanded passage into her mouth. He glided his tongue freely inside. Matteo would never admit it but he enjoyed the way his wife tasted. The softness of her lips made him always crave for more. The warmth that came with her lips provoked strange sensations within him. His time with her was always different compared to when he was having flings outside. He deepened the kiss and soon started moving down her neck. He trailed her neck all the way to her shoulders with kisses.

“You may sleep better…” Hmm, he seems vast. I’m surprised that this conversation is making me hungry… “I feel like eating kiwi with crackers,” I announce. Hunter opens his mouth and closes it again. “Don't tell me you're having cravings—” he picks up his cellphone and turns on the display— “at four o'clock in the morning!” “Please.” I push out my bottom lip. “No, no, no. No way.” He snorts. “Hunter,” I beg, thinning my voice.

Hissing at myself for feeling lazy and heavy, I step down from the high bed, my stomach rumbling. Suddenly, the cravings for coffee hit me. This is my latest craving. Few months back, it was mashed potato and then grilled chicken. Then during my third month, I always craved milk at night and jollof rice in the morning. Last month, I badly craved eggs and bacon. I used to cook that every single day. And now it is coffee. I don't feel like taking any other thing but coffee. I don't have coffee but there is a small coffee shop across the road. I can even see the shop from my window.

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.

"I won't play matchmaker. I just really want you to find someone too. Someone you can be with, like the way I'm with Chris." "You don't have to do that. I'm fine like this," she lied through her teeth. **** Midnight cravings were crazy. They were like demons possessing their victims, making them lose all sense of logicality, till their thirst was fully satisfied, their hunger satiated. Only then, would they leave, watching their victims stare in awe at the empty wrappers of devouring destruction they had caused. Enemies of dieting. Those crazy spirits! Anyways, Ivy was possessed and she knew it, because why else would she be going through the kitchen, looking for chocolates at 2:07 am?