Twisted Cravings Novels & Stories

--- (Grace's POV) The smell of roasted meat and honey-glazed bread filled the room, making my stomach twist with hunger. The moment the delivery wolf placed my order on the counter, I found myself reaching for it, the cravings unbearable now that the scent was embedded in my brain. Pregnancy cravings. They didn’t care for timing or subtlety. They hit like a storm, demanding satisfaction no matter what chaos was brewing outside. I tore open the bag, grabbing a piece of bread first. The honey clung to my fingers and dripped down slightly, but I didn’t care. I devoured it quickly, unwilling to let my thoughts wander too far from the food in front of me.

--- 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

I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s a lie. You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time.

I tell him, and he straightens up, coming closer. Victor starts kissing the other side of her neck. She is moaning, she is shaking. I notice that Victor is starting to lose it. At her weakest moment, I whisper “Now”. We both bite her in the neck, draining her blood, it is rich, warm, and addictingly sweet. I stop my tasting and let him finish while I find someone else. He needs this more than I do, it is his first hunt. As I step away, he buries his face in her neck and softly growls. Shortly after finding a man and I drain him before he is aware of it. I find another man and bring him to Victor before he can utter a word. He growls, rips the man towards himself, and bites into his neck to f

He took me in the walk-in pantry while the gardener was outside. Bent over the washing machine in the laundry room. Once, I even initiated it, catching him in the hallway after lunch, dropping to my knees, and sucking him until he came down my throat with a strangled curse. I was addicted and completely. The old hate had turned into something darker and hungrier. I needed him inside me like I needed air. The third night, Damon came to my room with something new in his eyes. He spent a long time opening me up with his fingers and tongue, then slowly worked the tip of his cock against my ass.

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.

I mumbled to myself. At first, I thought I could do it. It's healthy, right? You eat healthy food, hit the gym and what's there in it to worry about? But then it started- the hunger, the strict diet and the punishments. It was 2 months before the wedding when I craved a sweet. I was in periods. I always crave sweets during my periods. So I went to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a bite of chocolate. That's when my mom came back from her work.

He is crippled. “What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screams. “You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said. “Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit from.” “Dad,” Melissa yelled, and her father kept mute for her. “I am not getting married to a cripple. The proposal is rejected,” Melissa said and walked out in anger. Lauren bit her lips and shook her head. She knows she will never reject such an offer like that.

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.

"I also began experiencing all these dark urges. I didn't want to get involved with anyone but I began to have sexual cravings. I was able to resist them for a while but then they overwhelmed me. They still do but now I don't have the strength to act on them." I noticed as she spoke her left eyelid was blinking slightly slower than her right. There was also a slurring of her words but I didn't know if that was from the tumor or possibly from medication. "Maybe I was feeling lonely. Maybe it was the fact that you treated me decently in spite of my appearance. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was chemistry. Maybe it was everything. Maybe it was nothing. Whatever it was, when I caught you che