Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

I watched her leave with her supermodel walk. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly through my nose. Indeed, Sarah is a beautiful woman with a very vicious attitude. She became a famous top model, but her attitude couldn’t be eaten by a dog. It’s so toxic. To think that she doesn’t care at all, she’s so spoiled with her parents, who are good at tolerating her bad doings. “Hurry up, idiot. Don’t make me go upstairs again and drag you down! “ Sarah screamed on the stairs. “What are you waiting for? Do you want me to put the rat on your lips to kiss it?”

AMARA’S P.O.V I stayed in the kitchen long after Marcus disappeared upstairs. My hands wrapped around the mug like it was the only thing keeping me steady, though the coffee inside had already gone cold. The porcelain pressed into my skin until my fingers turned red. I knew I should set it down before it slipped and shattered, but part of me almost wanted it to. Maybe the sound of something breaking would match what was happening inside me. The house felt heavier than usual. Like the walls were made of cement blocks stacked on my chest. Every corner was too quiet, too polished. Even the ticking of the clock on the wall grated against my nerves. I hated how normal everything looked when nothi

I wanted a taste. I was suddenly hit with an intense thirst that can be quenched only by having a taste. Fuck, my canines were aching so bad. But I also knew exactly what that meant. I've found a new obsession. But this time it's so strong and powerful. That's how it has been over the past years. If I crave blood that isn't that of my mate's, I will continue to crave different people's blood until I meet my mate, whose blood will put an end to these cravings, since her blood will be the only blood I will forever crave.

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

His name alone was enough to curdle my blood and kill whatever faint appetite I had left. Or maybe... maybe I was lying to myself. Maybe I wasn’t as disgusted as I wanted to be. Maybe deep down, I craved it—craving the taste of something warm, something that might hush the raging storm churning inside me. But pride... pride is a cruel, relentless master. It wrapped its hands around my throat, squeezing, keeping me chained, refusing to let me give in so easily.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

This feels so good , I should tell them to stop— Oh! Maybe after this once , fuck fuck!! Oh god !! I moan loudly and didn’t even notice when Davis undress and his slapping me to open up my mouth. “ You are our little slut right!” He demanded “ yes! Oh! Yes” I screamed And he pushed his hard cock into my mouth choking me. I felt the first wave tension build and I came harder than ever while Bryon laps crazily on my pussy entrance drinking every bit of my juice. This was good. I’m choking but I don’t mind dying this way.

“Cut the bullshit, Crysta. What do you really want? Money? A favor? Because if this is just you flirting to waste my time—” She laughs again, louder this time, drawing glances from nearby tables. “Waste your time? Honey, you’re the one who showed up. Maybe you’re wasting your own time chasing a girl who doesn’t want to be caught. Rain’s got my blood—wild, untamable. You think you can lock her down? She’s got walls higher than your penthouse. And honestly?” She shrugs one shoulder. “I’m not sure she’s even worth the trouble.”

My hands were shaking from pain and adrenaline and the bitter taste of defeat. I needed a new plan. I needed a way out. I needed something, anything, to stop the walls from closing in. But for the first time in my life, I had nothing. I walked to the window and looked out at the city. Somewhere out there, Clara was free. She had money and power and a father who loved her and two men who would do anything for her. She had everything I had spent ten years trying to keep from her. And I had a broken laptop, a fugitive girlfriend in Switzerland, and the certain knowledge that my next address would be a prison cell.

As I left the mansion later that night, legs shaky and Damien’s warm cum still leaking from me with every step, the memory of being fucked against the railing while a party happened below burned hot in my mind. I had come here to become a better writer. Instead, Damien Cross was turning every chapter of his book into my real-life corruption. And I was becoming addicted to living dangerously on the page… and on his cock.