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"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

And with the beautiful twinkle in his eyes, it is not difficult to compare him to a child gifted by his favorite candy. "Really? He doesn't even taste your baking?" he asked then pulled out a chair then sat down in front of her. Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "Ryan doesn't like sweets. He's diabetic. Then I didn't have a chance to cook for him because we're both busy. We often just eat out. He also doesn't like people who always come to his house, I included. Maybe it's because of his cheating on me," she said without the slightest bitterness in her tone.

"Let's take a look at what's been bothering you." I took a deep breath and followed Ashley into the room, taking a seat on the examination table. The doctor began asking me a series of questions, trying to get a better sense of my symptoms. "I've been having these strange cravings for raw meat," I said, my voice shaking. "And I've been feeling really restless lately. Like I need to run and hunt." The doctor nodded sympathetically, jotting down notes on his clipboard. "Hmm, I see. And have you noticed any changes in your physical appearance?"

"Hello Maggie, I'm Diana. I haven't eaten anything but then again, I haven't seen anything that catches my fancy." "What are you craving?" Maggie asked. "You know, I might think you're pregnant but that will be based on what you say you're craving." Diana chuckled. "I think I want to eat meat. But I don't want it thoroughly cooked. I want it slightly raw." Maggie smirked. "Pregnant, yes. That is a very weird craving but I understand. I'm a mother myself." "Yay." Diana cheered sarcastically. "Where can I find that?"

“We’ll get a room tonight and you can shower. I’ll pick up some clothes for you to change into once we’re settled in the room. Too many stores have cameras. I don’t want you seen.” A shower sounds heavenly. I finish the apple and place the core in the bag. “Could we manage real food?” His lip quirks and a hint of his smile shows. “What type of real food do you like?” he asks. With his incredible body he probably exists on energy bars and protein drinks. I’ve been eating overcooked vegetables and bland meat for months. “Pizza, I crave pizza with everything on it.” I expect a response similar to what Angelo would give me. What I get is Rack’s full smile.

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.

Crystal asked when Liam chuckled, "Wasn't it you who was drooling yesterday after seeing the guests eating the blueberry cheesecake? As well as making a sad face after seeing the empty cart and getting none?" Hearing Liam, Crystal turned red in embarr*ssment as she really wanted to have it yesterday but she was so busy greeting everyone with Ramos that in the end she didn't get one and since then she has been craving it. Now when her babies are turning bigger, her cravings are also getting higher, making it hard for her to control her emotions. Seeing her red cheeks, Liam kept the packet in her lap and said, "Have it, I had to drive two hours to get the best one for you."

As she chewed on the carrot, she couldn't help but think about the juicy and tender beef. Even while eating vegetables, the taste of blood lingers in her mouth. She repeatedly felt the urge to eat raw meat, and despite being very hungry, she vomited. She knew that something was wrong with her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She had been feeling this way for a day or two, and it was getting worse now. Today was a bad day, muttering to herself, she got up and put all the vegetables in the dustbin. Suddenly something lit her mind. "What if I am suffering from a rare condition, Pica." Pica is a disorder that causes people to crave and eat non-food items like dirt, chalk, and even raw m

Brianna pointed out. “They all were given two weeks off; since we are living for the vacation by the end of this week, I thought they should also have freedom; they will return a day before we arrive back to clean up the place,” I said. “Is there anything you need? I could go get it for you." I got up. “I need water,” Brianna requested, and I quickly got up to get it. I went to the kitchen and poured the water into a glass to reach the brim. I picked it up, ready to leave, when Seth appeared in front of me. He stood blocking the entrance, and there again I began having this heat sensation between my legs that I couldn’t control.

“Steak. Rare… no, raw. Pomegranate juice. And red wine.” Silence fell. Cutlery stilled mid-air, several heads snapping toward me. “Quite an interesting choice,” Dorrin chuckled, though his eyes lingered too long on me. “My darling, isn’t it too early for wine?” my mother asked softly. “Raw meat?” Marina wrinkled her nose in disguast. Dragons ate raw meat only when shifted, and even then, not often. I had no explanation, only this clawing hunger for blood that felt like it came from inside my bones.