Addict Novel Novels & Stories

I'd heard stories of elementals, powerful elementals who could control lightning, who could control the mind, and many other unimaginable things, though I had not yet met any of them. There were many other groups of Paranormals here, and each of them had their own specialties and powers. The common thing however, was that everyone fought for a favourable positions on the food chain. I looked at my watch and found out that if I didn't come out of the water now, I would run late. So, I quickly jumped out of the water, used my air magic to dry myself in a puff of steam, and quickly selected a simple gown from my wardrobe. I wouldn't say I was rich, but then I wasn't complaining either. I could

I turned around and saw him standing there shirtless, rummaging through his dresser. I couldn’t help but stare at tattoos on his arms, and chest. I also got a could look at his six pack abs, which look mighty fine on his body. “Like what you see,” he chuckled. I scoffed, “No I don’t.” I obviously liked the view, but I didn’t want him to know that. I’m still mad about being sold to this jerk. “Sure you don’t” he laughed, and slipped on a black V-neck. I was going to say something but 4 guys, one of them being Dexter, came through the door with my stuff.

I can't get drunk and miss out on what Dante promised. The place is almost deserted but I can see some guys in suits and security devices milling around. I go in, take care of my business then wash my hands while checking if any of my makeup needs retouching. I'm in the middle of applying lipstick when suddenly, out of nowhere, I start feeling dizzy. I've always been healthy. I might eat a ton of junk food but I remember to eat my salad and take vegetable smoothies once in a while. I don't feel dizzy unless... Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“It did.” “So.” “So you said you’d go first. Tell me your secret, Ivan.” “I’m a sex addict.” 'A sex addict?' Another addictive personality? Oh, fucking shit. Just when I thought the situation couldn’t get worse, he admitted that. And not just any addictive personality—one addicted to a physical act. Sex. This cemented in my mind that I couldn’t see him. How could I? He was addicted to sex. I am addicted to love. What a fucking hoo-ha.

I screamed, My nails digging bloody lines into his back, My pussy gushing around his cock. “Harder…fuck me harder, you madarchod!” I cried, My legs locked around him. “Destroy my pussy! Ruin me for anyone else!” “Yeah? You love it, don't you?” He pounded deeper, grinding against my cervix with every brutal stroke. “Filthy little randi. Say it louder.” “I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!”

Secondly, my dick has been getting hard only around him. I fuck both men and women for fun and I originally thought it was nothing when I got hard torturing him. Fuck! I thought his pretty face drew me in at first. But those two brunettes could not get my cock hard last night and just when I saw Adrian this morning, my dick became hard. I want to fuck him and smear my cum all over his pretty face. But I doubt he is gay and that's exactly what I'm going to find out. Adrian Petrov is a mystery that I can't wait to unravel.

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

She had been here for almost three months and she had still not seen the whole house. After a refreshing bath. She went around the house. There were so many rooms. What did he need all of them for? He never had guests around. She finally found his library. It was enormous. She walked from shelf to shelf pulling out books and looking at covers and titles. Maybe she would find something she might like. She had no phone and it seemed like no one ever watched the TV. His books were mostly business and management. She did find a reasonable number of books on sex and male domination. Was obvious he was the BDSM type of person. Seemed she too had a secret kink for it. She even found all 7 volumes o

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

I thought of the way I was lost, completely lost in the moment, in the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of smoke and him on my tongue. I came, my sperm filling my hand and the desk. I am a Don who is doing this to an innocent soul. I am disgusted with myself, a Don of a family who is doing this to an innocent soul. But I have no choice. I am a man of duty. And now I knew I was truly fucked. I was a man of duty, a man of control, but Adrian Volkov, with his dark eyes and his mocking smile, was a dangerous addiction, a poison I couldn't stop craving.