Series Cravings Novels & Stories

I locked the phone and set it face-down on my desk, forcing myself not to open the message again just to feel the thrill of it. Instead, I reached for my water and froze halfway, noticing something strange. Lately, my body had been… unpredictable. I had been hit with the oddest cravings, the kind that made me question my own sanity. Sweet and salty combinations that sounded absurd until I tried them and couldn’t stop. Yesterday it had been caramel popcorn doused in hot sauce. Today, for some reason I couldn’t explain, all I could think about was cold grapes dipped in chocolate, the crunch of the skin giving way to the smooth, rich coating.

But then, as the days went on, the reality of it began to sink in, and with that came a whole new world of experiences. The first change I noticed was my cravings. And let me tell you, they were... unexpected, to say the least. At first, it was subtle. I’d crave a little extra chocolate here, a strange combination of pickles and ice cream there. But then, one evening, I found myself standing in front of the fridge, staring at a jar of mustard like it was the most precious thing in the world. I couldn’t explain it, but I had to have it. Damian was on the phone, talking business when I grabbed the jar, and when he saw me sitting on the kitchen counter, spooning mustard straight into my mouth,

It was like she had multiple lives and I wasn’t privy to them. Me: Anna, could you bring in some snacks and drinks for me and the twins? We are going to be doing some research in my office. Anna: Of course, are you wanting anything special? Me: No. Just bring us things every so often, or check-in to see if we need anything. Me: Oh wait. Actually, could you bring in some strawberry ice cream and barbeque chips? Anna: Okay, will do Luna. That was perhaps the weirdest craving I have had ever. Yet the salty tangy chip dipped into strawberry ice cream sounded amazing right now. The thought of my cravings had me thinking about Caleb and how he ended up liking the last craving I had with my lunch m

It was a wonderful feeling and it welcomed it. Why had it waited so long to have the delicious first taste? Its power grew with each human meal it consumed. But the time frame within which it needed to feed was getting shorter and shorter. At first, it had been satisfied with indulging in its cravings once in three months. But that window had quickly narrowed down to once in a month. Now, it was once every two weeks and it knew that it could only get worse. Soon, it would run mad from the urge to consume day by day and when that time came, nothing would stand in its way.

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.

They would probably think I got myself injured. I didn't bother talking with anyone. I only faced the teacher in front of us to get my bearing straight. I hope they all concentrate and I am glad they did. No one looked at my side. My stomach rumbled. I crave chocolates. Wait, people that do eat chocolates during their period how do they do it? I couldn't help it. Two minutes later, I didn't crave chocolates anymore. I crave hamburgers, bread and Jam, and even rice cakes. Oh, what the freak? I hope I won't be called to answer any questions because I am not in the mood.

I wanted his cock stretching my tight pussy open. Dr. Marcus stood up slowly, adjusting his trousers but not bothering to hide the massive erection anymore. He walked around his desk and leaned against the front of it, closer to me than he’d ever been during a session. “Our normal time is over,” he said, voice low and controlled, but I could hear the hunger underneath. “But if you’re willing, I’d like to try a different kind of exercise today. Something more… experiential. No pressure. You can say no.”

The more I ate, the hungrier I felt. Halfway through, I paused and frowned at my plate. What is wrong with me these days? My body felt different—restless, needy, and full of strange cravings. I sighed and grabbed my phone. Without thinking much about it, I typed out a quick message to Alpha Edward: Get me ice cream when you’re coming back. As soon as I hit send, I dropped my phone on the table and buried my face in my hands. “What is wrong with me? Ice cream? Really?”

I guess I can never get satisfied with them. His mother has told me that with every passing month, my diet would increasing. I am having a food craving and get tired very quickly. I have gained weight this is also because of him and his mother who makes sure that I am eating at least 4 times a day. Although I generally stay hungry all the time so I eat the food willingly. I would also feeling changes in my body like my breasts will become heavier, my body will become curvier. For now I am just having nausea and vomiting and my mood swings a lot.

Each bite is a revelation, a symphony of flavors that dance upon my tongue. As I indulge in my cravings, I can't help but marvel at the strange power they hold over me. They override any sense of logic or reason, compelling me to seek out the most peculiar combinations of food. My friend, Annabelle , who has been an unwavering source of support throughout this pregnancy, watches me with a mixture of concern and amusement. He has become an expert at deciphering my cravings, rushing out to fulfill them no matter how odd they may seem.