Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

It never deviates. "How was your date with Melissa?" I ask, rifling through my bag for my phone. He scoffs, but I detect a chuckle. I teased him a lot about Melissa, but I did it in good fun. He deserves to be happy away from me. I can't provide him with the happiness that I know we both crave. We have been flirting forever because that's all we can ever do, but I've always had this huge crush on him growing up. It was like a dream come true getting to work with him, but I quickly realized that that was all we could ever do, work together. We can't be together. The Murphy-Spencer relationship dictated that. Although being the first woman to rule the syndicate meant I could change the rules..

His body stiffened and he tried to listen more. “Let me go! I don't want to stay in my room, I want to stay with the cutie!” The woman’s voice sounded again and she seemed to be throwing a tantrum and this made Evans even more speechless. He wondered why an adult would cry this way. Not able to wean his curiosity, he tilted his head and was shocked and speechless by what he saw.

I checked her online profile and saw an avatar of a sexy lady. She goes by the name 'Queen Lake,' and the type of photoshoot she paid for even allows her to pose almost nude. As I suspected, she must be an aspiring model wanting to gain attention on the internet with her sexy image. It's one of the easiest ways to drive traffic to one's online page or website. However, I needed to stay focused. Only a few models have actually paid for such a package, and most of the time, it's paid for by the modeling agency due to the high cost.

Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving. — Nahoko Uehashi CAMELLIA Suddenly my body’s a traitor, all heat and fire like it forgot how to have self respect. Typical. My skin tingled where his lips had grazed my neck, the faintest burn lingering long after he pulled away. When his fingers brushed the edge of my dress at my waist, a soft hesitant warmth spread through me, like my body was trying to understand what it wanted before my mind could catch up.

“You want to be touched in ways you've never been….owned, lied to, worshipped by something so sharp it could cut you open” “I…I just want to matter” I finally said, my voice cracking. “Even if it's fake….at least till I die” He tilted his head. “You want to be mine….” He snarled slowly. “But not loved” “I…I want to feel alive…” I replied. “Hmm…..” he hummed. “You want to taste damnation…but not enough to choke on it” I said nothing. He lowered his tone. “You're either very brave…..or….very fucking stupid”

Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs. By evening, as I showered off the oil—hot water cascading over my body, soaping my tits till suds dripped from nipples, fingers plunging my cunt again to another quick cum—I plotted. Tomorrow, the teasing escalated. They loved me possessively, I'd love them back—with my body, for now. But Delilah always gets what she wants.

The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her. She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and sta

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.

“Crucibles are monthly duels, debates, rituals, and seductions that Blackcroft students use to rise in rank. Those who pass many Crucibles get chosen to join the Apex Initiates or serve as their loyal consorts.” “Oh…” I nodded, trying to commit that to memory. Monthly challenges. “Is joining compulsory?” I asked, and he gave me a look of surprise. “You don’t want to rise in rank?” I shrugged at his question. He could see my weaknesses and still expected me to compete with others. Was he trying to push me to my limits? “I would be happier if the Crucibles weren't mandatory. I feel like I'm the least powerful person in this school. What's the point of subjecting myself to ridicule every month?

Perhaps even more than the mind-blowing sēx we've been sharing. I crave him. I crave Hawkins Pride.