Novelas y relatos de Raw Cravings

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in this tight fabric was a struggle, and I had to tug the hem over my knees to keep from exposing my whole thigh. Right in front of me sat a wooden tray filled to the brim with breakfast. My stomach gave an uneasy flip as I looked at all the content. There were no eggs, no toast, and certainly no pancakes. The tray held wooden bowls filled with strange, uncooked foods. One bowl contained chunks of pale, raw river fish garnished with dark green mountain moss. Another held thick slaps of raw fat sprinkled with coarse gray salt, alongside a pile of bitter-smelling purple roots that looked like they had been pulled straight from the dirt five minutes ago.

Not exactly sure why, but Yara is having a shit fit about it. "Girl," she said, "you put that in your body, and I will puke!" I said, "You can't puke. You don't have a physical body." I started eating it and she said, "Wanna bet?" and I immediately ran to the bathroom and puked up everything I had just eaten. I said, "Really, Yara?" She said, "Yep. That was the nastiest shit I have ever seen you eat. Don't try it again." I said, "The pups must be needing salt and protein." She said, "Then eat some jerky. Just not that shit." I went in the kitchen and grabbed a piece of beef jerky. I tried a bite, and it hit the spot. Yara said, "see, your cravings don't have to be disgusting."

We didn't date in the past but I wanted to know everything about him back then and I still want to know things about him. "Branford's meals are quite simple," I said, gestured to the frozen food, and closed the freezer door. "Okay, jot this down. He is allergic to peanuts, strawberries, grains, blueberries, and propane-based shellac. Do not give him cooked food, preservatives, additives, no pumpkin seeds, no raw food, or any kind of skin. Do not serve him an hour before bedtime. All drinks should be measured before serving, I will show you how to measure. Don't serve him anything with the letter M and make sure to serve him rice milk four times a week. Never give him extra food and lastly, y

Chapter One Hundred And Eight Zara’s POV I wake up to the sound of my rumbling stomach, a sensation that has become all too familiar in the past few weeks. It's not just hunger; it's a deep, gnawing craving that seems to consume my every thought. The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

It was my craving for the day. I crave different food almost everyday. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to look for a specific food. Zandrey said I can call him anytime whenever I'm craving for something and he'll find ways to give it to me. I feel bad that it's such a hassle for him especially when he's at work. He has to drive from wherever he is to somewhere in order to find the food I'm craving then he has to also drive going here. He has such a limitless patience with me and I am grateful for that.

Thea Angel towelled my body after our bath. I was still feeling sore from last night's pounding but when he washed me, my body craved him. I needed help at this point. I used to crave sex from different men because one wasn't enough and I thought I needed help then but now all my body wanted was one man. I couldn't get enough of him even when I was tired and needed a break. The only thing in my way was that I wanted to live to enjoy him everyday so I needed to hold back my cravings. Otherwise I could die from his monster dick.

I saw the clear slime that came out of it, and as I stared at it— “Eat it.” Ethan said smoothly. I turned to look at him and then my eyes moved down to his manhood and the ‘spot’ was bulging. I blinked and I looked back at Cassidy’s pussy, it looked like she was already getting impatient. I wondered how I was going to eat it and I remembered once I had applied for a sex education class, and I didn’t expect it to turn out as dirty as it did. So much for being a curious virgin. I moved down slowly and the first thing I did was swirl my toungue around her slick folds, sucking all of her juices that was spread around her clit.

Aura's POV I woke up one morning with a hunger so sharp, so wild, I nearly cried. It wasn't just for food. It was deeper, more primal. My body ached for something I couldn't define, something only the growing life inside me seemed to understand. The cravings hit like waves. One minute I was fine, brushing my hair or wiping down a table at Molly’s Diner, and the next, I needed something—no, had to have it. Ice. Lemon peels. Spicy sausages dipped into honey. I never ate like this before. I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight.

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.