Addict Novel Novels & Stories

He never wanted to stop, he had a new found addiction. Forbidden, but it felt so right and damn it he didn't give a fuck anymore.

Ivanna Venessa's words had affected me. When Christian talked like that, Venessa's words flashed in my mind. Why would I do it? I don't know about habits and addictions. However, I can accept that Christian is my addiction which I can not give up. I'll think about him and talk about him for hours. I don't need anyone else to explore. What will I do by exploring? I'm living in my tiny world which is enough for me.

she asked. Alvin smiled, ready for a kill. "I recently read this novel by a New York Times bestselling author who goes by the name AdelleX. The title of her novel is 'The Woman's Dark Secrets.' I think all women have dark secrets that they are trying hard to keep buried within the four corners of their minds. Am I right?" Briana rolled her eyes. "And does the book satisfy your craving for juicy stuff and endless drama?" Alvin looked at her, wearing a surprised expression on his face. "How did you know that I like juicy stuff?"

“Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.” He paused, his gaze drifting over my flushed cheeks. “The longer you linger each night, the harder you get addicted. The library starts to pull on your soul. Do you still want to play?” I swallowed hard. My nipples were already tightening under my blouse, my panties were soaked. “Yes I do.” I reached for a milder-looking book titled Velvet Whispers. The cover felt warm in my hands.

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

My heart gave a traitorous skip as the memory of him flashed through my mind. Her eyes widened. I leaned in, our shoulders touching, my voice barely a whisper. “Lu… be honest with me.” I glanced toward the stairs before looking back at her. “Is it normal for it to feel this… addictive?” Lucia didn’t just look shocked; she looked like I’d just told her the sun was rising in the west. Her mouth hung open as she searched my face. “What do you mean, addictive?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, the embarrassment fighting with a sudden, giddy rush of happiness. It felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it out loud. “It’s like a drug. It just feels so good.”

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”

“Please. I need the Adagoril. Just one pill. Please.” She studied me. “You look like an addict, honey. Another reason why I can’t give you the Adagoril.” “Please…” I begged. “You know what will happen to me if I don’t take it. I will die. Please, I don’t want to die.” “Then you should have thought about that before becoming an addict.” “It’s not like I chose to be this way,” I retorted, almost yelling. “I didn’t choose to take Adagoril. My aunt made me addicted to it. I only thought that it was something I needed for my heart.”

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!