Twisted Cravings Novels & Stories

Carolina sat curled up in the velvet armchair beside the fireplace, a book open in her lap but she had not turned the page in ten minutes. Instead, she stared at the words without seeing them. “How am I supposed not to fall for him,” she whispered to herself pressing the book against her chest, “when he notices things like this?” She hated that her heart softened for him, she hated it because Adrian was cruel, cold and dangerous. And yet somehow, he remembered the exact edition of her favorite book, that alone makes her stomach growled. With a sigh, she placed the book down and headed toward the kitchen but she slowed when she heard voices.

It hurt to hold, but she didn’t let it go. She began to write that night—not to him, not to anyone, but to herself. Small sentences. Simple truths. My breath is mine. My body remembers more than his touch. My craving is a symptom, not a bond. She wrote until her hand cramped. And when she finally stopped, she realized she was breathing on her own again—shallow, uneven, but hers. The craving didn’t vanish, but it changed shape. It no longer felt like devotion. It felt like hunger—one she could starve if she chose to.

"Taste her." I groaned right along with him as Ty leaned his head forward over my shoulder and sucked Kaz's two fingers into the heat of his mouth. He slurped every drop of my cream from the digits and added a few laps that I knew were just for Kaz. Oddly enough, knowing they wanted each other as well as me only made me hotter.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

No, man, not again. No, let me drive! I always wanted to drive one of these. I uttered intoxicated remarks. “No, baby, no way. You are drugged and don’t have a license.” A slight smile crossed Nick’s face. “I’m just dizzy, okay! But wait, you did drink though.” I pointed straight at his nose shakily. “Just one shot, okay?” he countered. “Yeah, but off of someone’s boobs. Nice and salty tequila mixed with sweat. Tasty, huh?” I chipped in. “What will Freud say about pouring liquids and sucking them up like that?”

, William suddenly said with a very serious look on his face and I looked up at him with an expressionless face as I chewed slowly. "Amy, I-", he started again and I pushed a piece of my cotton candy into his mouth. I giggled as I watched the surprised look on his face. He pulled everything in and chewed slowly. "I thought you don't like sugary things", I said as I took a bite as well. "Well, I can't help it if you are the one giving it to me", he said with a shrug and I rolled my eyes at him. Cheesy. I looked at the merry-go-round as it moved slowly and I stared at it.

"No offense, Ms. Stevens. I'm just saying… your condition is clearly getting worse. You've gone from craving domination to actively seducing, tempting, and begging for attention in every way you can. "Relax—it's not necessarily a bad thing. But getting high off that kind of twisted pleasure can mess with your mind. And if Mr. Lloyd keeps playing along, keeps giving you what you're starving for… "Well then, you'll become… how should I put it? The world's most insatiable little minx. You'll get fidgety the moment he doesn't touch you. The deeper he ravishes you, the more alive you feel. "Honestly, Ms. Stevens, you're hopelessly hooked. In all my years studying psychology, your case is the most

"And when something's in my possession, I don't let it go. So if anyone tries to mess with you, or tries anything with you, consider them dead already because I'll know and I ain't about to let pussy bitches fuck around with you. I don't give a fuck if it's my own blood, try and mess with you? That's a whole nother' story." You know how I said smoking was my stress reliever and it calmed me down instantly? I take that back, she was my reliever, and fuck did I crave her. And so therefore, keeping her away from the likes of Carter and his boys as well as Austin was not just an option anymore. Thiago knew everything and was for sure going to do anything in his power to get his word across. Best

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

That woman could drive him fricking nuts. Which is why he couldn't just let her go. She wasn't a challenge or a game or a distraction. She was the one who could give him what he's always craved. Someone who was as twisted as himself, who enjoyed sex as much as he did, but not the sex everyone else wanted. No, they both needed it to be out of control, sizzling, free… Twisted. Now he just needed to figure out how to get her to talk to him again.