Twisted Cravings Novels & Stories

Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

David asked, scribbling notes in his phone. "You must also be patient with her cravings. Pregnant women can crave the most unusual things, and sometimes it’s not about the food but the emotional comfort it brings. For example, I had a patient once who craved pickles dipped in chocolate. It sounds odd, but it's crucial not to dismiss these cravings. They're often the body's way of signaling a need for specific nutrients or simply a way for her to feel comforted." David chuckled lightly despite his worry. "Pickles in chocolate, huh? I'll keep that in mind."

I hear both of them growl, and it sends me closer to the edge. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum." Levi says, and it was like a command my body listens. Levi slams into me harder, making me let go of Luca, and I raise up. My legs still wrapped around Levi, my arms wrapped around his neck. I start to cum, and my teeth begin to elongate. I am reacting on pure instinct. I bite down on his Right shoulder, feeling his blood enter my mouth. It tastes so sweet. It is like apple pie running over my tongue. I release him and lick over the bite, and it heals. As I lick over it, I feel Luca crawling up behind me on the bed. I lean back, making my back come to his chest, and kiss him. He pulls me a

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

With a deep sigh, I brought my freshly rolled joint to my lips, grabbed my lighter with my other hand, and lit it. Inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out. I shook my head. Octavia didn’t like the fact that I was making myself weak with the moon wolfbane. She didn’t like the idea of ‘her’ future mate over medicating with it. My aunt Gigi insisted that I’d quit with the excessive over medicating before I am to marry and mate Octavia. My family, the elders, and Octavia want us to conceive during our bonding ceremony after the wedding. I looked up at the night sky as I took another hit of my joint.

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

I moaned, butterflies exploding in my stomach as the sensation sent shivers through my entire body, making me tremble with need. My toes curled in Tyler’s mouth as fresh waves of shameful pleasure made my pussy pulse with need… while my heart pounded heavily in my chest. “Ahhn… you boys are going to make me lose my mind,” I moaned breathlessly, my voice trembling with overwhelming pleasure as I gasped, trying to control my breath. Tyler smirked. “Ohh Miss Susan… you like having your toe sucked like a dirty little slut?” Tyler teased, his voice dripping with lust. Before I could answer, he sucked my toe deeper into his warm, wet mouth, swirling his tongue around it sensually while his fingers

She immediately fell to her knees, trying to pin all the blame on herself. "Please, Simon, show mercy and spare Essie! It was all our fault! She really tried to save Mrs. Stewart. She even donated her blood to her!" "You mean when she deliberately ate mangoes before the transfusion?" Simon sneered. "She knew Mrs. Stewart was allergic to mangoes and still ate them. She was ensuring Mrs. Stewart wouldn't survive. That's truly considerate of her." I hadn't expected Simon to uncover even that detail. The three of them grew even more terrified, and their arrogance from earlier was completely gone. Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other.

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.

I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.