Addict Novel Novels & Stories

Your heart will detach itself from the head if it tastes its one and only addiction- Love. And like all addictive narcotics it sucks you in. You will do anything for it, no matter how crazy it is. You will lose your identity and once it is gone, you are crushed to nothing. It is like an immortal, you feel the agony of the pain everyday but it doesn’t die as easily. “I can gut him if you like, Knick him,” I stare at Jade to see if she likes the offer. After comes up behind me, “I call dibs, been a while since I gutted a man as fine as Spade.”

I stood there trembling, dress rumpled, ass painted with his seed, pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. Alexander pulled me into a deep, surprisingly gentle kiss, then whispered against my lips: “Go home, baby. Think about Daddy’s cock while you’re lying in bed tonight. Because this forbidden little secret? It’s only just beginning.” As I drove away, his cum still sticky on my skin and his words echoing in my head, I knew one thing for certain. I was completely addicted. And I couldn’t wait to be ruined.

Rocco An addiction was something that would consume your mind in whole till you had absolutely nothing else to think about, nothing else to want to engage in, but that, and Leanne Devin was my new addiction. That night I laid in bed, I could picture every second of it like a movie playing on repeat in my mind. It was absolutely fascinating. Every small whimper that got buried against my mouth as I kissed her, how her fingers curled against my shirt, and how hesitantly she kissed me back. I replayed all of it till I drifted off to sleep.

I shifted when I got home and climbed through my window, employing some of the tactics of my teenage years so that my parents wouldn’t see me coming home by almost three AM. As chill as they were about many things about me, it would piss them off to know I’d been out lurking so late especially with fucking Vampires crawling everywhere. Like the one I’d met today who was my mate and a total dick. I switched on the light and my gaze fell on a figure on my bed. I screeched, grabbing the nearest item I could get my hands on -a book on my reading desk- and chucked it at the figure. “Hey!” Caden protested, easily dodging the book. “Not that such a pathetic throw had any chance of nicking me, but w

The forbidden closeness, the intimacy, the desire, the addictive tension was unbearable and intoxicating all at once. He stepped back slightly, giving her the tiniest space, but leaving the heat between them almost unbearable. Her knees felt weak. Her skin tingled. Her heart raced. She wanted more more touches, more whispers, more closeness but she also knew the danger, the taboo, the thrill of being caught in this addictive tension. Ada realized in that moment that nothing mundane—the sugar, the milk, the cookies—mattered anymore. The addictive pull of their forbidden intimacy had taken over. She would crave it, remember it, and ache for it, even if they never crossed the line.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

Before someone sees me, like I was an embarrassment that needed to be cleaned up before it stained their reputation. I looked at Dante standing by that window with his arms crossed and his eyes cold. I looked at Mateo with his guilty face and his gentle voice telling me to leave. And I saw it so clearly it nearly killed me. While I'd been falling in love and counting down the days and building a future in my head, they'd been enjoying forbidden sex with the step-sister they were never going to choose. I was the thrill. The taboo. The dirty secret that made them feel alive.

The top millionaires and billionaires came there to gamble away while some others mainly came there to watch others play, hang around at the casino bar, or watch women sing and perform sexy dances. There wasn't a day that went by that the casino wasn't packed which made me draw a conclusion that having a gambling addiction was worse than that of smoking cigarettes. A man screaming at the receptionist in the lobby caught my attention, making me stop there. And I recognized him immediately. He was an assemblyman and one of the top people I hated so much.

Lucian nodded once and went back to his screen. --- The statement went out at seven twenty-eight. By eight fifteen it had been picked up by every major outlet. By nine it was the framing device for the entire story, which was what it was designed to be. Not Lucian Thorne brought down by collapse. Lucian Thorne who had seen what was coming and stepped back rather than let it take anyone else with it. It wasn't entirely true. It wasn't entirely false either. And it was the story that served the larger truth, which was that Adrian had built something corrupt and patient beneath the surface of legitimate industry and someone had spent four years making sure it couldn't stand.