Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

Then she adds, almost gently: “She needs someone, Rhysand. She’s just too proud to admit it. And right now… with her so called bestfriend busy with whatever she’s doing, my Rain doesn’t have anyone else. It can be you.” She hangs up. I sit there, phone still pressed to my ear, long after the call ends. The contract folder sits untouched on the table. Evelyn Langford’s lipstick mark on the champagne flute glints under the light. I should feel something. Maybe anger, disgust, resolve. Instead, all I feel is the hollow ache that’s lived in my chest for so long, it’s like a second heart. I set the phone down carefully. I don’t know if I’ll meet Crysta.

“Shadowmoon Pack’s official records show only one son born to Alpha Matthias and Luna Seraphina Silvercrest. There’s no mention of a twin anywhere in their public documentation.” “But we were both born there. Both lived there until…” Rafe cleared his throat. “You should see this.” He tapped the tablet and a browser tab opened to a pack-affiliated gossip site (disguised as a regional lifestyle blog for plausible deniability). The headline screamed: “Shadowmoon Heir’s Wedding Crash Meltdown: Alpha-to-Be Begs Ex-fiancée to Choose Him—Publicly Rejects Devoted ‘Friend’ Valerie Thornwood”

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.

“Miss Susan, where do you keep the condoms?” Caleb asked. I scoffed, glancing over my shoulder as I stared at him. “I want you all to go raw,” I purred with a husky, needy voice. “It has been a long time since anyone fucked me raw, so I need you to fill this old holes with your cums.” I added, my words dripping with lust. To the three boys, the thought of fucking a mature, experienced pussy raw excited them to the core. Their cocks twitched visibly while Caleb’s dick continued to drip with precum.

. Becca POV Maybe this would be one of those times in college where girls did the walk of shame on the way back to their dorms. But this is no walk of shame, I'm a full-grown woman and no one cares where I'm coming from. Though some older woman standing by a lamppost, give me a weird look when I miss my step on climbing a cement. I whimper. "Good morning" I greet with a small smile before throttling away. I hear them mutter something under their breath like youths of these days, she's probably drunk. No, I'm not drunk! I just happen to have a very sexually demanding boyfriend. Pause.

This isn’t the Zephyra she’s used to either. Zephyra’s stomach grumbles and she rubs it. “Can I... can I have some food?” she asks shyly. She presses her lips into a thin line as she looks down, cheeks tinting pink. Bold as brass when it’s just us, but now she’s shrinking back? Sighing, I unfold my arms as I lean back. “What are you craving?” “I would delight in some blood on my hands.” she says, lifting her eyes to mine with a mischievous glow in her crimson gaze. “Or… anything would be fine as long as it isn't potatoes. They bring back memories that aren't my best ones.”

Her body was starting to crave for him again. " Why? You don't want to hear it? Wait until your boyfriend slams himself so deep in you,just thinking about it will make you cum." Stacy said shamelessly and Lucia opted to cover her ears. She knew that feeling too and it was something she has been craving for the past few weeks. Kiel hadn't visited their love nest and her insides were now starting to itch. Miranda who was foreign to this kind of thing listened but couldn't help but blush. She remembered the conversation she had with Justin the other day.

Francesca's presence faded into the background, her shocked gasp barely registering as Zoraya's hands slid up to my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kissed her more fiercely, my grip tightening around her waist as if I feared she might slip away. The taste of champagne on her lips mixed with a sweetness that was entirely her own, and I couldn't get enough. The years apart melted away, replaced by a raw, urgent need to make up for lost time. I craved her like a drug. I was an addict, and she was cocaine.

I added. "Exactly. He really is happy because of those pictures I saw and the way they adore each other in Sasha's new vlog. I am impressed. They should take things slowly so our Leo’s heart won’t be broken so early; we can’t afford him having his first breakup at this early stage,” Brianna said, and I smiled, knowing that would never happen. Though this started off as a sham and plot for Sasha to get over her ex and quickly bounce back as per Patricia’s request, I have seen Sasha look at Leo so many times enough for me to know she likes my son.