Novel & Cerita Craving Manga

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

It hurt to hold, but she didn’t let it go. She began to write that night—not to him, not to anyone, but to herself. Small sentences. Simple truths. My breath is mine. My body remembers more than his touch. My craving is a symptom, not a bond. She wrote until her hand cramped. And when she finally stopped, she realized she was breathing on her own again—shallow, uneven, but hers. The craving didn’t vanish, but it changed shape. It no longer felt like devotion. It felt like hunger—one she could starve if she chose to.

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

“He said he couldn’t wait to see me. What changed?” She sat at her vanity and began applying her cream and light makeup, the reflection in the mirror showing more than just her face, it revealed a woman in conflict. “When did I start craving his attention this much? Is it just because he didn’t text me?” She opened her wardrobe and reached for a simple white gown with red details, a colour combination that always made her feel bold, seen. Dressed and composed, she left her flat, slid into her car, and drove to work.

He got up with an inhumane speed and stood right in front of Zoran. The blood from earlier was nowhere to be seen and he looked completely fine. “I really just wanted a taste of her, she looks so delicious,” Tam said with a grin. “When will you stop using the bodies of weak people?” Zoran asked him with a frown. He seemed to be talking to someone else through Tam. “They are weak and easy to manipulate, so I find it fun,” Tam said, his face now twisted into an evil grin. “The little slut will be mine and I will claim her on the night of the full blood moon. Then I will be the greatest and only primordial alive” Tam said, his hands lifted up in his perceived victory.

In its place was something deeper. Craving. Strong. Permanent. For them. For more.

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

Grandma also said, this is typical winter food. I feel like crying, I'm craving ramen. And just want ramen. I put the soup into my mouth, my sadness was relieved. But my heart still refuses, I still want ramen. "Oma, Rara really wants ramen." I'm not ashamed anymore, this is really a craving. I should be thankful that it was cooked. I just stared at oma sadly, hoping that oma understood my unstable nature. I'm afraid Grandma will be offended, because I don't want to eat oma's food.

Chapter One Hundred And Eight Zara’s POV I wake up to the sound of my rumbling stomach, a sensation that has become all too familiar in the past few weeks. It's not just hunger; it's a deep, gnawing craving that seems to consume my every thought. The cravings started innocently enough, with a sudden desire for pickles and ice cream, but they've since taken on a life of their own.