Novel & Cerita Series Cravings

“Marcus told me Clara is acting strange. Should we be worried?” I shook my head slowly. “No. Keep doing what you are doing. Make her feel desired. Make her dependent. The closer she gets to both of you, the easier it will be when the time comes.” Julian smiled. “She is already addicted. She tries to fight it, but her body betrays her every time.” I laughed softly. “Good. Keep her addicted. Keep her confused. And if she starts asking questions about the past… distract her. Use her body against her. She is weak when she is desperate.”

The taste made me dizzy. And then, the cravings hit. Weird, strange, completely random cravings. One night, I mixed cinnamon with spaghetti. Another day I wanted grilled pickles. And there was one morning I dipped a boiled egg in hot sauce and nearly cried from happiness. I told myself maybe I was stressed. That maybe all the trauma had finally caught up to me. My hormones were probably going crazy. That made sense, right? But then… one afternoon, I stood up too fast in the fabric room, and the world suddenly spun.

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

She taps her finger against her chin as she speaks to herself. I am having some crazy cravings that are making me question my own sanity. Because sometimes, I want to eat super healthy food, and the next moment I want to eat all the unhealthy food in the world. And things become worst when I want to eat both at the same time. Normal me wouldn't have had any such things, but pregnant me is eating all this happily.

--- Sorry my princess, please Scarlet stop crying-- I ask feeling those tears as if they were knives entering my chest, I don't think even that would hurt that much-- look I'll do another one, wait a minute-- I say desperate and that's it I turn around going to prepare another one of those gororobas to see her happy again. --- No honey, stop-- before I even get started she reaches over and hugs me-- you don't have to, I shouldn't even be eating so much junk really, but this weird cravings is one of the only normal things that's been happening in the amid so much confusion, I think that's why I've been crossing the line a little-- she sniffles and I wrap my arms around her putting her on top

My cravings have been all over the place lately, giving me no time to rest before the next one kicked in and sent me down a weird food spiral. Last week it had been pickles dipped in mayonnaise and this week I'm sure it would be a new fresh horror that was sure to gross out Shane once he saw me hunched over in the kitchen at two in the morning shoving food down my throat. That was another frequent occurrence.

“Right now, I want to go home and see my daughter.” I nodded, “But before that I want you to buy me a maple syrup and blueberry flavored ice-cream” He raised his brow but nodded nevertheless. I don’t know why I am having weird cravings now a days. When we had all those flavors of ice-cream, I remember not liking this particular one but right now I want it more than anything. The other day it was tuna sandwich and I hate tuna but at the same time I couldn’t have peanut butter but I love it usually. Maybe it might be the stomach flu I got the other day.

Yet, alongside this craving, there is an undeniable longing for something sweet, a sugary indulgence to balance the intensity of my desires. My eyes dart around the store, scanning the shelves filled with various products. I can feel the excitement building within me as I search for the perfect combination of flavors and textures. The choices seem endless, but none of them seem to satisfy the unique cravings that have taken hold of me. As I continue my quest, a sense of discomfort begins to intensify. The tightness in my skin feels suffocating, as if my body is rebelling against its boundaries. An incessant itch lingers beneath the surface, tempting me to scratch and claw at my own flesh. Th

Silja laughed, “Actually, what I want is some bacon, rice crispy treats with a banana dipped in melted cheese right now. Oh, and a fudge dipped carrot!” I looked at her, and she looked at me with those wide eyes, “What?” “Jr and I need to have a talk. These cravings are getting crazier every day. You also know you shouldn’t be eating like that.” “What? There is protein, fruits, vegetables, and carbs. It meets criteria,” she said, and then she looked at Trudy, “Please, Mom!?” Trudy laughed, “I remember the cravings. I will go make it now. I will send William into the garden for some carrots.”