Craving Manga Novels & Stories

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.

is screaming at me, what my pussy is belching out is definitely not hate. Is it? No. I don’t fucking know. But all I know at this moment, this very moment, is that I want Askar. It’s like my whole body is craving him to touch every single inch of my body. To feel his hands tracing and swaying all over my body, it craves it. I wanted more of him, I need more, I for fucking sake crave the shit out of it. But my mind, my stupid ass brain is saying otherwise. Is my mind, or heart, or even my pussy right? I couldn’t tell, I physically have no clue what is right, and it’s eating at me. “I want you Askar. But Bell.” I broke out. “We aren’t thinking about her right now.” He said, as he continued to

I start craving specific food that I rarely even think about. Like dumplings. Mango sticky rice. Chinese oily sauces. Just something with a lot of spice and grease and protein. Weird. But just thinking about it makes me excited and I can finally even if it is just for a moment, I can finally stop thinking about the million other things taking up space in my head.

It was a tether. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing ink-stained fingers through my hair, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger at the base of my throat. Not for blood like Lucien. Not for a bond like Caelum. My craving was different. Mine was for the way she made my magic feel whole, as though every fractured piece of me had been waiting for her heat to fuse it together.

The washing machine shook under us. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sucking me in with every thrust. It felt different this time, riskier, knowing people were home. That made it hotter. My obsession with her was getting worse. I thought about her constantly, her smell, the way she challenged me, the sounds she made when she came. “Tell me how much you need this dick,” I growled against her neck, biting down as I slammed into her. She gasped, pushing back to meet me. “I need it. I fucking crave it now. Every time you look at me I get wet. This is so wrong but I don’t care anymore. Don’t stop, please.”

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.

All of sudden I noticed the taste of his blood and not the feeling of his flesh between my teeth. It carried that distinct scent of metal and intoxicated me. I wasn't craving to mark him, I was craving for blood. His blood. 'Go for it, my boy,' I heard Asaki's voice in my head and it had me jumping off him, across the room till my back landed against the door. Kaya looked at me with wide eyes and quickly got up. "Beast?" He closed his legs and came closer. I pressed myself harder against the wall as the scent of blood became stronger. What the hell was happening to me! Was a craving his blood? It couldn't be! I was king of vampires, I was immune to blood craving.

But my instincts slowly took ahold of me as I smelt his blood fill the air. I licked my lips with anticipation, the savory smells invading my brain and any rational thoughts I had, left. As if I was being controlled, I felt myself rise from the chair I was sitting in and slowly walked around the table like a predator stalking it's pray. Drake sat still, his forearm resting on the table. My eyes trained on the blood that slowly seeped out of the wound, rivulets spilling on to the table as it dripped. For some bizarre reason I just wanted to taste it. It was a constant repeating thought in my head. Just lick it Aria, taste him. He offered it to you, so why not take advantage of this moment. I

Hands shaking. And then...Something inside him snapped. It started in his chest, his ribs expanding, cracking open with sickening pops as his spine arched, vertebrae stretching. His skin split in thin glowing lines that pulsed like molten silver before his fur burst through. His scream was not human. It echoed across the battlefield like a demon being born. Muscle stacked over bone, growing, shifting. His arms elongated, claws ripping through his fingertips like blades of midnight steel. His jaw cracked open wider than it should’ve, teeth lengthening into perfect, deadly fangs.

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.