Craving Manwha Novels & Stories

Rara fidgeted with her hands, her head hazy as blood rushed through her veins violently. She yearned to immerse herself in his very being, to get lost in his moments of vulnerability. Yearning for a taste of abandon, she wished to be consumed by the intoxication of his scented exhales. Her whole being trembled at the mere thought. Never before had she desired something with such fervor, this man being her ultimate craving. It felt morally wrong, yet she longed to embrace her inner rebel. All for him.

I am at his mercy. “Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

“Moan for me, I want to hear you moan my name. Ethan mumbled. Your whine. Your moan. Your desire. Your craving. Your enthusiasm. Your passion. Your Lust. And the look in your eyes. They are meant for me. Mine only. “So baby girl, moan out louder for me”, he growls. I arched back my body. The sentiment was glistening. It was scorching every bone in me. It makes my knee weak. I can't feel it. I craved for this man. I want him. Not only that, but I want him to pleasure me beyond the realm.

"Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days." He didn't speak right away. I waited. Braced myself for judgment. But then he said, "Do you see this man in real life?" "Yes." "Does he know what he does to you?" "No," I said quickly. "And he can't. It would ruin everything." I heard the faint rustle of movement on his side. A breath. "Do you want the dreams to stop?" The question surprised me. "I... I don't know. Part of me does. But the rest..." I swallowed. "I think I crave them now. I crave him."

I talked to myself as I am staring on the bunch of tissues. I tip-toed and stretched my right hand, trying to get the tissue I need. I almost prayed in my mind that I wish I have the power of Fantastic Man. But I definitely not have that. I rolled my eyes and tried to get it again. Why did I born with this height? "Argh! It's sucks!"

"You're at your desk, in your night clothes. Your face is flushed up as you're speaking to me and your body is tingling with desire and struggling to keep your breathing under control. You are craving me, craving that you woke up with my cock buried deep inside you and my hands around your neck, thrusting into you slowly–” Fuck! I was soaking wet. I wanted to end the call but I was frozen. "–I know that you are thinking about me and you're soaking wet. I know that you aren't in any underwear and your juices are dripping down your legs and soaking your seat. You want to touch yourself but you are scared to give in to your desires about me. You are just dying to moan my name and tell me how go

Danilo's POV. Carter’s mouth was hot like lava, desperate, full of this raw untamed kind of hunger that I didn’t know how to handle and had never handled, but I just couldn’t pull away from. His hand clamped on the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him, kissing me harder until my lungs were screaming. The alcohol made everything looser, messier, my head, my body, every thought that wasn’t his just… gone.

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.

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.

I was sure she was already drunk. My curiosity was stronger than my fear, so I boldly followed them and ended up near a bedroom. Through a door that wasn’t fully closed, I could see Elena making out with the man—someone I was certain was her lover. The man didn’t stand out much. He was about the same height as Brian, but there was something wilder about his aura. Maybe that was what attracted Elena to him. Their soft moans slipped through the crack of the door, making my body heat up.