Passion Manhwa Novels & Stories

He cupped her face as she felt him brush across her cheek, she could feel her heart glow inside of her as it burnt like a flame as she made a quiet noise of satisfaction when he slid them down touching her trembling lips. Her heart pounded within her, as His hand slid from her cheek to the back of head, his fingers curling through her hair as he pulled her close to him. The feeling she was getting frim all of this felt so good. It felt like everything babe needed wrapped into one one flaming touch . There was a name to it, a term to qualify all this feelings she was having for him– It was passion. "Did you still want to leave?" He said and it felt as though he was trying to kick her to sho

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He had made it clear in the very first meeting that Heer is only his. "No! Please leave me! Let me go!" She screamed, trying to release her bruised wrist because of his harsh and pitiless clutch. But the man paid no attention! He kept dragging her mercilessly. That time, only one thing was in his mind—to sntach her away with him, and the thought wasn't letting him see her begging, her pain and her teary eyes. There was a lot of pain in his iron hand. Not the slightest care but just a passion. A passion that has blinded him. No one knows how dangerous passion can be. When passion reaches the limit, the sound of heart breaking can force blood to flow from the ears.

I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Fallon could not help but inwardly lament his predicament. Just then, a cool sensation came from Carla's side. "Don't worry, I'm here," Carla's gentle voice sounded. However, they had both manifested their Shale true forms. Their heads were enlarged python heads. Uttering such tender human sentiments in this form was decidedly strange. Yet the words achieved their effect. After all, the Burning Passion was a couple's Joint Strike Technique created by Carla and Fallon. When hearts and intentions aligned, it could unleash 120 percent of their power.

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput

Even with the flowers and air fresheners in the chapel, sometimes we could feel a waft of air heavy with the smell of burned meat. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fire. It was stronger than reason. A masochistic need to torture myself. The worst physical pain Iris had ever faced was when Sara, her best friend, shut the car door and crushed her hand, breaking four of her fingers all at once. The pain was so intense that my sister peed herself in front of everyone. The urine ran down her pencil skirt while she screamed in agony. I remember how she looked at Sara—the one we’d known since childhood, the one who did Iris's homework, who spent hours at our house, who rolled out a red car

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

“You are interesting, Sabrina. Is that why I like you?” I swallowed, wondering what I was going to say in response. “Is that your own confession?” He smirked. “I believe you confessed first.” “No, I didn't.” I blushed. “Stop blushing, Sabrina. You make me think of blood.” “Cool to know that you can't read my mind but you want my blood.” I taunted. He wasn't fazed. “I want everything about you; your kiss, your blood, your heart, amd your future.”

He dialed Riley’s number one more time and when it went to voicemail again, he sent probably the millionth ‘I love you, I am so sorry’ text message he had sent her. He took another big long pull off of the vodka bottle before he decided to send Erin James a fax. It had all the details of the club he and Riley were working on, with the name Manhattan Passion written across the top. He figured if his relationship with Riley was really over the name of what they had started together should at least reflect a little on what they had. He decided he would send her one last message before he left her alone.