Novel & Cerita Series Cravings

Chandria’s POV My pregnancy was starting to get a little complicated. Not in a scary way, just… weird. I craved sweets all the time. Cakes, ice cream, chocolate, you name it. Sometimes I’d wake him up in the middle of the night just because I wanted something sugary. And honestly, I could tell he was having a hard time keeping up with me. My mood swings, my cravings, everything. There were days when I’d cry over nothing, and he’d just sit there, confused, not sure if he should comfort me or just leave me alone. But that one night? It was different.

I collapse on the floor, burning hot, dizzy—like my whole body is on edge, unraveling. “The hell, Sunshine? Talk to me. What the hell’s going on?” I look up at him, breathless, my palm against the cold tile. And just when I thought the nausea had passed, something worse hits— a craving. A very specific craving. My mouth goes dry. My tongue feels foreign. I blink, wide-eyed. “I’m craving red oranges,” I whisper. Of all things. Red. Freaking. Oranges.

"Shut up." We were eating breakfast from a bagel place down the street while she helped me navigate the mass of messages I'd accumulated since last night. Not even twelve hours into my sugar baby journey, and I was overwhelmed. Felt like cattle on display for the highest bidder. As if I had "fresh meat" tattooed onto my forehead. So far, I had looked at ten invites to connect, and all were creeps. Three pictures of small dicks offering a good time. One serial clinger who'd begun to plan our wedding.

Why was I suddenly craving him? "Craving him?" I laughed hard at my thoughts. I was craving someone I had just met hours earlier? This must be madness. I continued preparing the Takoyaki to get my mind off him. It worked for a while but after, I couldn't resist it. The Takoyaki was finally done, and my mouth watered. The cravings I had initially came crawling back. The cravings that woke me up from bed, the cravings that made me skip work and go to the store to get the ingredients. The cravings that made me meet Zac.

“And… maybe some chocolate sauce. If that’s okay.” Storm’s head jerked up from his notes, his expression a mix of amusement and bewilderment. “Pickles and whipped cream? With chocolate sauce? Scarlett, are you serious?” She laughed it off, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “I’ve just… I don’t know. It’s a strange craving, I guess. Maybe I’m just tired of the usual breakfast food.” Storm’s brow furrowed. “Or maybe you’re overdoing it. You should talk to a doctor if you’re feeling strange.”

“I see. Appetite. So, does that explain you crying for an ice cream at 3am.” I paused, slowly licking the cream off my food. I had an odd craving for ice cream and fried chips. The first night it started was weeks ago. I had woken up, crying for ice cream, and I wanted it immediately. Shane had gotten up to order but all the shops were locked up. Angry, and tired, I went back to sleep but didn't talk to him. He returned home with flowers and ice cream but then I started craving fries. My eyes would water and I couldn't stop myself from crying even when I wanted to.

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

Joyce Clara's P.O.V "I want fries," I whispered to myself while typing. I am here now at work and my tummy is craving for something again. Like I am so hungry. I noticed that these past few weeks, I always crave for something. I am always pigging out. And whenever I can't get the one I want to eat, I am becoming emotional and sometime throwing tantrums. I decided to turn off my laptop and stand. I will eat fries. I will get it no matter what. Or else, I'll gonna die here.

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

Claire answered, gulping at the thought of chewing on the ice cubes. She had been having some weird cravings lately. At first, her cravings were based on scents only. She kept craving the scent of the earth when it was raining, the scent of fresh grass when it was being cut or the scent of the laundry room. Every morning, she would ask her husband, Oliver Ford, to take her to the laundry area in the hospital. She would sit in her wheelchair and sniff away as the staff did their laundry. Luckily it was the rainy season, so she often satisfied her craving for the smell of soil. Each time it rained, she would sit in a wheelchair by the window and let the scent of the earth tease her nostrils.