Addict Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And when you try it, I think you'll like it. Not even the dondocas of the big city could resist the spices of the interior. Free-range chicken and okra, along with angu and beans was the most requested dish for all of them. That one would not take long to end up liking it too. "Are you the one who takes care of the entire property? "The girl asked. I nodded. She turned to her sisters, not before showing me a malicious smile. "Would you kill me if I bribed him to take me to the tower every day? The sisters grumbled, rolling their eyes. The gestures were so equal that they almost seemed rehearsed. I just watched in silence. I was used to a lonely life, only with my parents and the animals, be

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"

I tried to bury myself in his chest, hearing his words, wanting me to run away from myself, from my consciousness. “Why are you saying something like this?” I questioned, on his neck closing my eyes, not wanting to look at him. “My fragile, have you done any drugs?” He crossed questioned, taking a turn in his path. I nodded my head in negative instead of speaking. “Then you don’t know what addiction is. I can do anything to keep my addiction to me and I mean anything.” He explained, but it only raises my worry about him. He entered his bedroom and laid me down on his bed.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

Chapter Eight NaTHaLie 🌹🌹🌹 My head pounds so painfully, it feels like it's about to fall off as I bolt out of the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Kneeling by the bidet, I grab the bowl like my whole existence depends on it as I start emptying everything in my stomach. After a while, I return to my room swearing never to go near alcohol again. I lay on the bed with a grimace my wandering eyes suddenly landing on a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table which I quickly grab at the speed of lightening. Mentally thanking whosoever left it there, I swallow the pills, flushing it down with the water.

I stood there for a second watching him push out into the street with four books and the easy confidence of someone who'd just made a friend in forty seconds that I hadn't managed in five visits. Then I followed him. The coffee next door was, in fact, better. We sat at the bar the way Italians did, standing technically, though we'd claimed two stools at the end. Alex had his new novel open on the counter and was reading the first page while his espresso cooled. "Don't read while you drink that," I said. "Why." "Because it deserves attention." He looked up. Then he looked at the espresso. Then he closed the book. "You have strong opinions about coffee."

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Her legs were shaking as a telltale tingling bubbled at the base of her spine. "You belong to me!" He growled. Thrust. "There's no other dîck on the table for you except mine!" Thrust. "I'm always ready to kill, so stay five feet away from any man you'd still love to see alive" "Thrust. "Does that sink in?" Thrust. "Open your mouth, Addie." Thrust. "Yes..." she moaned in a strangled voice, and Madden gave her the last one. They came and exploded at the same time, and his warm cûm poured inside her sweetly, making her unstable as he pulled out of her slowly.

Nova is an addiction in the making, and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I make haste to take off her blouse next. I watch the way her breasts spill from the clothing with rapt attention. My cock starts to throb when it falls away, exposing her perfect tear-drop tits, her nipples already hard for me. Her eyes fall on my face, pleading silently with me and I instantly know what she wants. I chuckle lowly. So impatient. "Please", she begs. I move my face closer to her opening and lick up her slit, deciding to stop teasing her. This sight of her is addictive, and I can already feel myself craving more. It’s funny how she thinks I’ll let her go after this.