Craving Manwha Novels & Stories

No– I shaked my head, me and Shiloh are the only male Cravens in this world and I don't think it was Shiloh so whoever that man is, make sure that he has something to boast about because I have everything. That girl, she really loves to make me overthink. Can't she just tell me who is that man she likes? I will just ask a few things to him. Promise we will just talk. And how dare he not bring back those human feelings. Doesn't he know how weak that girl is when it comes to everything?

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

she asked, holding my hand. “Baby craving…,” I drawled and laughed. “What’s baby craving?” she asked, looking confused like a jigsaw puzzle. “You don’t know?” I asked, leaning forward to the table between us. She shook her head. “It’s a stage in a pregnant woman’s life when she starts demanding things frequently. Like desiring many things. Even impossible stuff,” I told her and relaxed back in my seat. Her confusion deepen like a child lost in the jungle. “I don’t understand. Impossible stuff like what?” she asked, piercing her eyes into mine.

I'm looking for something- craving for something. Maybe, the reason why I'm still thirsty and hungry even though I already ate a ton of raw meat and drank a huge bottle of water is that, this isn't what I'm looking for. I'm searching for something different. I'm craving for the taste of something different. Not water nor meat. Valerian Fenrir. . . I swallowed hard as my mouth watered at the thought of him. I want Valerian Fenrir. His blood. I want it. "What did he do to me?" I whispered to myself as I clenched my fist.

I whimpered when the sexual craving pulled me in full force. What is wrong with me? ？

She didn't want to do it, but a part of her kept pushing her. She heard that he was a millionaire and a CEO. This might be her chance to be rich. She should do it now, knowing that she'd not be looking for any sugar daddies anymore. This one's on her age level. "Fuck you for the divorce, Abegail!" Selvin snapped. "You think you could get away from me? Well, you're wrong!" His lips were soft as he brushed them through her. Having CNC kink was hard, but the stings and pains made her feel like she was having an orgasm.

“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?”

“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.

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

They looked everywhere except the land of exile, a place long forgotten by everyone else. At the same time, Chloe began flaunting the essence she had stolen from me after settling into her new home. She used that golden energy—meant to heal and soothe—to force the most brilliant flowers into bloom, filling her garden with impossible beauty. She also used it to heighten her allure and ensured that everyone who laid eyes on her felt an inexplicable fondness. The Moon Goddess' gift became nothing more than a tool to indulge her vanity. But it didn't last. Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly.