Craving Manga Novels & Stories

"He never asked." "I'm asking." His hand came up to lean my chin, making me look at him. "Favorite color?" "Green." "Movie genre?" "Psychological thrillers. The kind that mess with your head." "Music?" "Indie rock. Sad girl music. Anything I can cry to in the car." He smiled. "Noted. Coffee order?" "Iced vanilla latte. Even in winter." "That's insane." "Don't judge me." "I'm judging you a little." But he was still smiling, and something warm was settling in my chest that felt dangerously close to the thing I'd been trying very hard not to name. "What else?"

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.

“Mom, I'm craving some bobba tea. Can I go get one in the cafe downtown?” Her gaze drawled from the telenovela series she was watching to me. “You can't, Ivana. Have you forgotten what happened when you left the mall for the same bobba tea, last time?” I exhaled. It wasn't going to be easy. “I know, but Felix and Mark can come with me for protection. Can't I just get what I'm craving for?” I frowned, my patience already running low. “I can't go to college. Yes, I accepted that. I can't go for my therapy sessions, also, I accepted that. But now that I'm craving for bobba tea, still, I can't get it?”

" I'm not sure if those in my office would interest you. Unless I get you one from the library. " "You have a library! " she all but shouted. " Can I see it please? " Talia was crazed about books. All she knew so far was thanks to her grandma and the books she'd read through out her life. "I'm not sure that's possible in your condition. " he was pleased by her reaction at finding out he had a library but he couldn't have her struggling on one poor foot. His response seemed to dampen her mood. "How about I get you some craches tomorrow then you can spend the whole day in the library if you'd like. "

The tension coiled tighter, my manipulations teetering on exposure. Later, alone in my room, I touched myself to the thought—her walking in, joining or raging, but either way, more chaos to feed my cravings. I came whispering their names, already scheming the next risk: inviting a friend over, blurring lines further. The game was far from over.

I moaned at the feeling, the scent of her body and before I realized what I was doing, my head turned, and I buried my fangs into her thigh. The ambrosia, which was Marlene Brennan’s blood, washed into my mouth, flavored by her climax and I almost came in my pants with the sweetness of it. Closing my eyes, I drew on it, letting her blood wash down my throat, providing a drunken lull to my mind. Marley moaned, another orgasm— her core clenching around my fingers again.

Breathless. And already craving more.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.