Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

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.

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

The food could not settle down as she felt so upset about her behaviour. And now after seeing the physician, she was told all over again that it was difficult for her to conceive. This was due to the poison which was put in her meals by a servant who desired to be the madam of the manor. This has been going on for such a long time and, also it was because of the strain from Cheng Min's birth which added to all these complications. Even when she was still in the womb, the child was troublesome. She almost sent her mother to death's doors more than twice. And during birth, Xiao Shi had been in labour for two days. And that had somehow given birth to her difficulty to conceive now. She had aske

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

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.

The first time he used it, it reminded me of the past, but right now, I can't bring myself to think about that. His lips graze my ear “I thought you could control yourself” I clench my jaw. I will not give him that satisfaction. Even as my hips betray me by bucking into his fist. His teeth graze my neck, his tongue flicking over the bloodied cut again, and I can feel myself breaking, teetering on the edge of something raw and dangerous. “You’re poison, and I can’t stop drinking,” he rasps, voice cracked with hunger. “Say that again, see how desperate you sound.”

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

I am screwed! He popped it open like soda, took a swig, then shoved it toward me. “Your turn.” “I’ve never drunk before,” I admitted. “Then tonight’s your first. Let's pop that cherry, Dumpster Boy.” I took a sip. Fire clawed down my throat. I coughed, grimaced. He laughed, full and rich, and it made me want to try again. So I did. Then again, and again. The burn softened into a warmth that spread through my chest, loosening everything I’d been holding too tight.

Waking up frustrated over being needy for a man, who seemed to purposely dangle what I want in my face without giving it to me already set a nasty tone for my day. Then coming up to see that not a single read or view on the book I published sent me spiraling. I thought it was a masterpiece. I read that book so many times and every time I did, I edited it till it was near perfection. The external validation I got made it seem like I would become a top author the very second my book was up, and now…