Novel & Cerita Series Cravings

Tonya After the third month, life finally became easier. I could eat without running to the washroom. Bread stayed down. Soup stayed down. Even herb rice stayed down if I took it slow. My body felt calmer, like the storm had passed and the sea was learning to be quiet again. I woke up hungry in a good way, because I was not shaky or sick. I could taste food again and enjoy it. But I had developed a serious craving for sugary food.

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

Cyrus had been sitting with her on the small table they had shifted in the room. Danielle sat at the kitchen table, staring glumly at her plate of food. Cyrus: What's wrong, Danielle? You're not eating much. Danielle: I don't know, I'm just not really in the mood for this. Cyrus: What do you mean? It's just chicken and vegetables. Danielle: I know, but I've been having these weird food cravings lately. All I want is junk food and sweets. Cyrus: I see. Well, you can have a treat every once in a while, but you still need to eat healthy.

The absurdity of the situation struck me, the image of a heavily pregnant woman leaping across rooms a comical yet tempting notion in my frustration. With a deep breath, I gathered my resolve, the craving for the tantalizing meal overpowering any sense of decorum or restraint. The need to satisfy my hunger drove me forward, a single-minded focus guiding my next steps. It was time to take matters into my own hands, to embark on a quest for the Mediterranean Delight that beckoned to me from the TV screen. "Sara! Maids!" I bellowed in frustration, the urgency in my voice palpable. Time was of the essence; I needed to taste that meal today, and there was no room for delay. The craving had transf

Zachary said, “That’s most likely not the case. Josh’s cousin is Jasmine’s dietician and keeps an eye on her food every day. There’s no way Jasmine would’ve eaten something bad unless she ate it secretly.” Serenity and Zachary suddenly went silent. Pregnant women had weird appetites. Once they had a craving, they could not go unsatisfied. Sometimes, they would even crave fruits that were not in season. Serenity herself was one of them. Once, she woke up in the middle of the night craving mac and cheese. Of course, Zachary, the ever-doting husband, had to satisfy her request. However, where could he find mac and cheese at that hour?

reminded Cole. "It's okay, babe. This is just a strange one-time craving," Joan promised. "Ye-eah, while you do have just one-time strange cravings, but you had so many various kinds, babe," complained Cole. "Try your best to limit these kinds of... cravings." Her one time cravings did not stop there, of course. Joan had bacon and Nutella, pickles and cheese sandwich, spiced apples, and a few more surprising ones. Even when Joan would throw up, eating spicy food, she still gave it a go.

she allowed the words to trail. Their friend patted her round stomach. “I’ve just been eating a lot. These cravings are taking a toll. You have no idea how much poor Cade had to go out in the middle of the night because I’m craving for something that we don’t have in the fridge. I feel like I’m driving him crazy.”

“...Certainly, ma’am. Anything else?” “Maybe some yogurt with... sardines? No, wait—pickles and ice cream. Just a small bowl.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. They sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. Why was I craving these bizarre combinations? My stomach twisted again, but not entirely unpleasantly.

My eyes widened because I hadn’t had my period yet! It was like a time-lapse video flashing back in my mind of what happened in the past few weeks. I could feel my heart pounding as if it wanted to escape from my chest. Realization slowly hit me. My constant craving for pineapple juice, even though I’m not really fond of it. My quick irritability and frequent sleeping. My overeating and the feeling of always being tired, even though I’m not really doing anything, all of these happened to me in the past week.

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