Series Cravings Novels & Stories

“On what?” “Whether or not there’s popcorn involved.” “There is,” he said, smirking. “Well I have very specific needs.” He groaned. “Oh God. What now?” “Chocolate drizzle. And chopped pickles.” He stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You… you want what?” “Don’t judge me.” “It’s not judgment. It’s concern. Are you pregnant?” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” “That’s a pregnancy craving. That’s not a snack. That’s a food crime.”

He could feel the phantom protocol trying to lure him back, a seductive promise of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "This 'Digital Palate' they're talking about," Riska continued, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness, "it's not about controlling what we eat, directly. It's about controlling how we crave. Every bite is engineered to be just satisfying enough to keep us hooked, but never fully satisfied." "So, we're all addicted to fleeting perfection?" Kevin choked out, a haunted look in his eyes. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I… I can't stop thinking about it. That perfect chew, that kick of chili… it’s driving me insane."

The three strangers looked satisfied and already half hard again. The tall one wiped sweat from his forehead and grinned at me. “Your boy’s got more left in him. We could go another round if you want.” I looked down at Derek. His eyes met mine. He was tired and overwhelmed and still so turned on it showed in every shaky breath. “You want more?” I asked him.

Why do I feel like I am competing with another girl for what my boyfriend likes to eat or not? From the start, there shouldn't be any competition at all because I am his rightful girlfriend! Trey sighed before speaking, "Thanks, Lori, for being kind to offer me my favorite cake flavor, but right now, honestly, I'm in the mood for eating Cinnamon because you know I don't always eat this snack, so there are times, like at the moment, that I miss eating it and even crave for it." He smiled at me and accepted the Cinnamon I was giving him.

"Did I startle you? My words were rather impolite, weren't they?" She was so used to being pregnant that whenever she saw someone craving sour foods, she thought of pregnant women. After Fanny stopped coughing, she shook her head and looked at Diana with a shocked expression. Gradually, a glint of understanding appeared in her eyes. "Apart from craving sour foods, do you also suddenly have a strong desire for something specific? Feeling restless if you can't have it, as if there are worms crawling all over you, and your taste preferences have changed? Vegetables you used to love now disgust you, but you strangely want to eat green peppers, which you used to hate, and you're addicted to dishe

"I could do that repeatedly." She giggles as her hands move around my neck and she pushes her chest forward. "What’s stopping you?" I smirk, moving one hand from her face to the back of her head. "Nothing." I close the space between us and take her lips again, humming, when Veronica moans against my mouth. It’s a faint sound. A tiny sexual sound that makes blood pump to other parts of me, getting me a little over-excited. You see, that’s the downside of taking something you truly like– you quickly get addicted, and sometimes you lose control. Just like I’m about to.

It was getting too much. “Thanks mamma.” I lean back against the cushion and rub my belly as Set places his head on my lap and I stroke his head. “How are you feeling?” She asks as she puts some food on my plate. My cravings have been strange too. From what I remember, sirens crave fish and sea kelp. But me, I am craving raw meat as well as raw fish. So that is what I’ve had. I still eat normal things too, but those are the main ones.

She's mine and I am hers. "Damn! What's happening to me? Why am I craving for foods that I don't usually eat, like lechon? When I saw Amberine eating in the living room, I immediately salivated. I really want it now, right now." "Bullshit! I look like a starving person with this craving for lechon. Did I eat something that triggered these sweet cravings that I'm experiencing now? Damn it! I even threw up earlier, that's why I went home early because I didn't feel well."

“I don’t want to eat what you always force down my throat. I crave for something else.” I knew it, let’s see what's running in that little head of yours. I decided to test the waters and find out. If she thinks starving will make me bend, then she has another thing coming for her. “What are you craving for?” “I want chicken nuggets, noodles, and kimchi fried rice. Strawberry cake and ice cream for dessert.” She said, her voice suddenly brightened. “I’m sorry, you can’t have that. They are too greasy and unhealthy.” She whined softly on the phone. I can tell she pouted her cute little mouth.

It wraps around me like a second blanket. Callen leans forward suddenly. “Do you want fruit? Toast? Chocolate? Something salty? Something weird? I googled cravings, but you’re already weird, so I don’t know what direction this might go.” Ryder smacks him lightly on the back of the head. Remy mutters, “She doesn’t even have cravings yet, you idiot.” “We don’t know that,” Callen argues. “She might be craving mud or socks or whatever goddess babies need.” Parker sighs into his hands. “She is not eating socks.”