Addictive Manga Novels & Stories

Damian questioned, arching his eyebrows. Stella nodded her head in disapproval but no word came out of her mouth in response as she really saw a ghost making her numb but little did she know it was not any ghost effect on her in fact it was the love effect. Love effect of Damian on her which was making her do crazy things in front of him. As we all know it's a magic which can make any person go mad or do such crazy things which they never imagined to do in their life. It has the power to make your life or to ruin your life completely. At the end the choice is all yours. How will you tackle with it!

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

Chihiro took a sip of beer and shook her head helplessly. "Also, here you can add a frame from the side to give more special effects, it will give the harmonious feeling." Monica looked at Misaki, and his gaze was different from Mitaka, who was full of love, in his eyes, Misaki was money, it might sound vulgar, but since this girl was so talented, it might be good to get this girl while she was still young since he was sure that he would also enter an anime industry in the future, especially when he owned a publishing house.

“I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.” “How is that possible?” I shrugged. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be addicted to it, would I? But that’s it. That’s why I sent the text. Because I cannot get addicted again. Not to someone like you,” I said. “You’re too dangerous. You’re too tempting for me.” “What if I’m willing to take the risk? What if my addiction to sex is more addicted to sex with you than sex in general?”

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Chapter 7- Miguel walked around New York city, with an unconscious girl in his arms. There was a loud thunder followed by a thunder strike. The sky tuned pitch black, announcing to the whole world that it will soon start its heavy attack. Miguel couldn't believe that he was doing this, he has never done this for anyone before. He should have just left her all alone and continue with his own usual business but he couldn't bring himself to do that. She looked so vulnerable and lost, she was so innocent and a part of him wanted to shield her away from this dangerous world, strange right?

He asked authoritatively whilst aggressively pounding into me. "This dick?? Ahhhh" I moaned trying to control myself. How can I answer this question? How can I tell him that I am going insane for this dick? "I love it so much, so fucking much, I want it everyday please!"

She snuggles into my bare chest and asked, " Don't you get tired of me?" "Never," I husked kissing her lips. "You are my Addiction," He again kissed my lips and continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction." She chuckled hearing me and started playing with my abs making circles on my abs with her small thumb. Sometimes, I wonder how she bears my deep and harsh lovemaking as she is too small beneath me. In front of him, I'm a huge giant with a well built masculine carcass. "I love you, Liam," She kissed my neck and vibration passed through my spine. "Love you too, my little peach," I whispered back.

Did she hear it wrong, or did he say it bad? "You can't read it!" He raised an eyebrow, asking unhappily. "Do you want to read my Boy's Love manga?" She asked again in disbelief. "Uh-huh." Can't he read it? "18+ ones?" "Uh-huh." "No way!" Miss Forger suddenly stood up, speaking loudly, "Damian Desmond, you are a bad, passionate guy. You can't let go of either men or women, right?" Miss Forger was truly angry, extremely angry!