I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

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.

Yum! My stomach rumbles. Oh, yay, I’m hungry now! I won’t get to have my craving because somebody…cough…Jase hasn’t learned to make them for me. He refuses because he doesn’t want to spoil me. It wouldn’t grow old for me to eat them all the time, so I don’t know why he can’t make them for me. Mean Daddy.

Soft little moans slipping out even though I tried to stay quiet. “Please,” I whispered. Voice breaking. “Please let me cum. I need it.” He lifted his head just enough to speak. Chin shiny with me. “Beg nicer.” “Please, David. Please make me cum with your mouth. I’ve been aching since the kitchen. Please…”

Evelyn Hart saved Bryan Kingsley’s life once. He repaid her by ruining hers. As children, she pulled him from a river, but her sister Lily stole the credit before he woke. Bryan grew up loving Lily, while Evelyn became the quiet girl no one remembered. Years later, when Lily was left paralyzed after a mysterious accident, Evelyn took the blame. Bryan believed the worst of her, forced her into a loveless marriage and spent three years making her pay for a lie she never told. Then Lily came back, walking and looking beautiful and ready to reclaim him. Bryan divorced Evelyn without hesitation, and Evelyn disappeared with a broken heart, a secret from his dead mother and a child he did not

I keep inviting him in because I’ve always wanted him the way he wants me. I crave what’s no good for me. Or maybe…maybe I crave exactly what I need. I’m not going anywhere…I won’t. I can’t. Not again. “Stop asking…” I murmur, my voice just above a whisper. “You want me? Take me. Have your way with me.” This time, I know exactly what I’m saying. I know exactly what I mean, and with conviction, I confess, “I’m yours.”

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?

Even before she had gotten a job, it was the same case, she husteled beyond her ability just to get something for her hair, makeup and toiletry, clothes were always number last to her, for as long as she had that pretty dolly face, she was super! Days passed by, cravings grew day by day. Het cravings were to die for, she used to crave things she had never craved before, like Liquie Fruits, Snacks, naartjies or oranges, with a fanta orange or sprite, with barbeque simba chips, without the fanta or sprite, she had nothing to buy. She used to buy lots of the naartjies, but she couldn't stop until she went out of money. The cravings went on and on such such that they required her to borrow money