Wicked Cravings Novels & Stories

Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe. She was starting to crave the pain. She was starting to crave him. As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair: “By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.” And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.

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."

Sarah smirked, but it was bitter, not smug. "I started crafting a vaccine. Something that would purge or neutralize the poison if it ever made its way into my bloodstream. I studied the werewolf variant, ran tests in secret, isolated what made it deadly to us. But I needed something else to stabilize the compound, something I couldn't synthesize on my own." Her eyes flicked to Gabriel. "I needed the booster from Vidor. The clean version. So I hacked my way into your supply lines and snagged a dose off your distribution run."

The words tumbled out incoherent, pleasure building like a storm, coiling tighter and tighter. He hummed against me, smug and satisfied, thevibration pushing me closer to the edge. “That’s it,” he murmured between licks. “Come for me, Scar. Let me taste you.”

The craving started as a low hum beneath Alex's skin three days after his first visit to the trailer. It was a persistent, distracting warmth that bloomed whenever he thought about Marcus, about the thick cock splitting him open, about the low growl of Daddy's voice calling him a good wife. He loved the feeling of being used, of being completely owned.

she allowed the words to trail. Their friend patted her round stomach. “I’ve just been eating a lot. These cravings are taking a toll. You have no idea how much poor Cade had to go out in the middle of the night because I’m craving for something that we don’t have in the fridge. I feel like I’m driving him crazy.”

I twisted sideways just in time, feeling claws slice through the air where my throat had been a heartbeat earlier. Close. Another came at me immediately after, forcing me back until my shoulder slammed against the table. A sharp pain flared up. We couldn't play defence against them all night. We needed an offense The cravings!! That was it… The cravings amplified my speed and strength for a period of time, that meant I could take them. I took in a breath and then I let the hunger take over. The dark cravings roared violently awake inside me, flooding my veins with heat. The craving snapped its chains, tearing through my restraint like it had been waiting for this moment.

Looking at perfect Greek goddesses is enough to make me sick. I run into my room and lock the door. The urge to bite myself is strong. Whiskey calls my name louder and louder. Nicotine cravings hit me hard. All these feelings hit me hard, like a blow to the senses. I don't want to feel. I don't want to exist.

I Bitter suddenly said and looked at Blood with a widened eyes. “Don’t even continue mother*cker is not what you’re thinking.” Blood said and acted like he was going to punch Bitter. “If you say so.” Bitter said and pouted and shrugged his shoulder and looked at his twin brother. “There are some signs that a pregnant woman is having like feeling dizzy, morning sickness…cravings---not just normal craving it’s like a little weird and somethings being more emotional.” Sweet said. “Weird cravings? Like what?” Fritz asks.

Alastair “Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone. Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from t