Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

Was I to begin an endless confession of my feelings? Ella, I don’t just like you, I crave you every single day, you’re like a missing entity that completes my being and whatever I feel for you is way more deeper than the understanding of itself. I want you, to own you, claim you. At first it was just an attraction that turned to a distraction, until you became my obsession and now your entirety leaves me in the thoughts of possession. I’m possessed by what I feel for you.

Vivian POV Something’s off today, like the air’s holding its breath. It’s not just the rain clouds smothering the sky or the way my sneakers stick to Westbridge High’s polished floors. There’s a hum under my skin, faint but persistent, like a song I can’t quite hear. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who’d rather disappear than stand out, and this feeling—this weird, buzzing energy—is not part of my usual routine. I shove it down, chalking it up to nerves. Third period’s looming, and I’m already bracing for the worst.

“Like what? Didn’t Reagan get you a bunch of beef jerky and all sorts of dried meat this morning?” “Yeah, but that’s not the only cravings I have.” “What other cravings do you freaking want?” “Oh, you know, like pleasures and desires. Orgasms and climaxes, if you want to know specifics… things that I can’t get from any of you alpha heirs. Well, unless, you want to finally have a taste of me. It’s about time anyway, right? I promise you a good time.” A glint of mischievous smile appears on her lips and eyes.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

The8 couldn’t say nothing but to keep silent as he turned to look at the Soulwaker; the only girl in this world who emanates nothing but fury—angry with this crazy world; the emptiness she was feeling inside; her voice; her overflowing pride—were the only things that keep her sane. “Why do you have to this, Xiao?” he slowly asked as he veered his eyes towards the other girl once more. She was helplessly crying while kneeling in front of him as she was pleading for her life to be saved, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He just kept staring at her.

"Don't act like you haven't been craving me this whole time. I saw the way you were when I touched you. You want me. Don't deny it." She gave a soft whimper and I knelt between her legs. I lowered my head and grazed her clitoris with my tongue. Fuck! She tasted raw and wonderful. I ate her some more and her whole body jolted as it acted on its accord. "Ahhhhhnn! Lor... Ahhhhhh!" Her fingers grabbed at the sheets and her body arched to have more. Her juices were overflowing and they filled my mouth and graced my tongue with their sweetness. Her body squirmed and she tried to wriggle away from the overwhelming feeling, but I grabbed her pulled her back, and punished her even more with my lips.

She pushed back hard, grinding against my mouth as I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly while my nose nudged her entrance. "Fuck, deeper," she moaned, her thighs quaking. I gripped her hips bruisingly, alternating between lapping her clit and spearing her hole, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. Her wet smacks, and desperate whimpers drove me wild, my cock throbbing untouched as I devoured her. "Damon, I'm gonna come, suck my clit harder!" Her body tensed, ass clenching, and she shattered with a primal scream, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank her down, my tongue continue working overtime to prolong the waves until she collapsed forward.

The sight sent a rush of slickness between my thighs. My pussy throbbed, my clitoris swelling with need. “I want to feel full,” I stammered, biting my lip hard. “I want to be stretched open by a thick cock. Fucked properly, not rushed. I want someone to pin me down and pound into me until I can’t think straight.” I could barely keep my thoughts straight. My nipples were so hard they ached, pressing painfully against the thin material of my blouse.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

She groans, her head goes back slightly. “We can finally consummate our engagement, it’s been a long six months, Lucky. Your body is craving my hard cock.” Another whimper. Her eyes are hooded. What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Why doesn’t she just give in to me? It’s clear as night and day that she craves every inch of me as I do her. “I’m just craving cock, Santangelo. Right now, I don’t think I give a fuck who. Since being engaged to you, I’ve not been able to see anyone. It’s been too long.”