Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

Not hers. You can’t heal what you still crave. Her heart froze. She flipped through the book—no other notes. Just that one, in his precise, slanted hand. The next breath she drew felt borrowed again. ***** The note stayed with her. Not just the words, but the way the letters leaned forward, as if even ink could command obedience. You can’t heal what you still crave. Evelyn read it until she could almost hear him saying it. Every syllable a reminder, every curve of the handwriting a hook.

If someone had told me a day would come when my own stepson would treat me like this, I would have called the person insane. Yet here I stood, trembling at the mercy of my stepson, craving nothing more than a thick cock to ravage my aching pussy. The sudden slap of his cock against my cheek snapped me back from my thoughts. My lashes fluttered rapidly. “Make that mouth useful.” His cock pointed directly at my face, and somehow the degrading scene ignited a wild desire within me. This felt strange because I had never truly craved domination before. My lips parted. The tip of his cock slid into my mouth, drawing a soft hum from me as I rolled my tongue over it.

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The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break. And then— Daniel’s lips hovered at her throat, so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And in that fragile, breathless moment, everything inside her leaned toward him—her body, her pulse, and her hunger—knowing full well that once desire becomes action, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

Dean 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. Dean chuckles and Holden sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.