Novel & Cerita Series Cravings

-Seriously, my love if you want to change your plate, - Ok let's sit down, I'm starving,- Really is hungry; - Yes, especially now, because everything I had in my stomach stayed inside. - Okay, but I think we should go to the doctor later, - Ok we will go more now I want to eat and then eat strawberry ice cream with pieces of the fruit, - Wow is this serious, my love? -I'm really in the mood. JACK um I don't know hem kris never felt like eating anything and is never hungry like this, sometimes I have to insist that she eat now out of nowhere she wants to eat and then eat ice cream, um this is very strange, busts of her are bigger will be that

"You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Sitting at this stupid desk, pretending to be the obedient little ward while you soaked your underwear thinking about my cock buried deep inside you." "Charles—please," I whimpered, my hips bucking instinctively against the heavy pressure of his hand, craving more friction, more skin. The thought of Mrs. D'Souza walking down that hallway, the terrifying risk of discovery, only served to twist the screw of excitement tighter in my lower belly, turning fear into a intoxicating, reckless fuel.

If I were in her shoes, I'd hate me too. "Is it a craving? Do you want more?" "No. This is enough. Hand me the ice cream" he looks at me as if I'm crazy "What?" "Is there anything we can do about those cravings? Ice cream is not healthy for you" "The doctor said it'll pass once I give birth. That's three more months"

“Ari, are you more inclined toward sour or spicy food? According to old wives’ tales, if an expecting mother craves sour food, the baby will be a boy. If the expecting mother craves spicy food, the baby will be a girl.” Arianne shook her head. “I don’t feel like eating anything. I’ve been feeling nauseous lately, and my appetite is at an all-time low. I barely eat. I have to go for check-ups every half a month, and that’s the only time I ever get to step out of the house. I’m going to die of boredom, but I’m too afraid to go out. Every time I think about being confined to the house until the baby is born, I feel empty inside.”

Suzi had a habit of craving the strangest things at the strangest times. It had started small, harmless even. A craving for apples dipped in peanut butter. Then pickles with cream cheese. Max had handled it all with the quiet patience of a man who had faced worse things than midnight snack emergencies. But lately, her cravings had evolved. They had become specific. Precise. Almost tactical. It was a Thursday night when it happened again. Suzi appeared in the doorway of Max’s office, wearing one of his oversized shirts and an expression that immediately made him nervous. He had seen that look before. The last time, it had ended with him driving across the city at midnight for mango gelato tha

She huffed, looking longingly at the butternut bake. “Oh you poor thing, have there been any other crazy symptoms?” Serenity gave her a sympathetic look. “Nothing out of the ordinary per say-” Lym stopped to take a slug of grape juice, “I’m basically craving any and all types of food, but nothing weird.” Lym pretended to wipe the sweat off her forehead. “No pickles and peanut butter then.” Serenity laughed and Lym joined, shaking her head, “Have you guys decided what you’re gonna do?” Serenity asked, gaining the attention of a few others around the table.

“Hey, you are still the strongest person I know. This isn’t weakness — it’s pregnancy. You’re allowed to be human. Let me fix the almonds, let me fix anything you need.” I sniffed against his shirt. “Promise you won’t eat my snacks anymore without asking.” “I promise.” The cravings arrived harder in week twenty and they were not reasonable. They did not politely appear at mealtimes, they descended without warning at completely unreasonable hours. Monday: mango chutney on plain white rice at six forty-five in the morning before I had fully woken up. I stood at the kitchen counter in my pajamas eating it while Caleb watched from the doorway with a very careful expression, not saying a single w

How delusional could he be. I sat there for what felt like hours, staring blankly at the tarmac while my mind spiraled. Every few minutes I checked my phone, hoping for a message from Sebastian. Nothing. Just the same unread texts from two days ago. Eventually, the anger and humiliation settled into a heavy knot in my stomach. I needed something to calm my nerves. I stood up and walked back toward the kiosk I had spilled my last cup at, carefully avoiding the area near that cursed pillar. I ordered a fresh cup, black this time, and forced myself to breathe slowly as I sipped it.

“And keep me posted on Mr. Mysterious, yeah?” “Promise,” I say, hanging up with a shaky breath. The house feels too big now, every creak and hum of the fridge making me jump. I head to the kitchen, hoping food will ground me, but the hum’s still there, a pulse that’s starting to scare me. I grab a granola bar, but my appetite’s gone. Something’s wrong—I can feel it, like a storm I can’t see but know is coming.

I encouraged. Vanessa’s happiness faded as she explained to me, “I am worried this might not last." “Why did you say that?” I reacted. Vannessa gave a shrug as she answered, “I just have a hunch that it won't; I have a feeling he is hiding more than he has already told me, Scarlett; I really do not want to have my heart broken like all other times, which is why I date casually; this is my second serious relationship; the last one broke me entirely; I don’t think I can go through all that again."