Addicted After All Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

I could only beg. “Please don’t do this…” The man who suggested the game was aiming at a snooker ball. He was aiming it at me. The snooker ball rolled on the table and very soon hit its target. I trembled and felt a gush of hotness down there. My addiction was triggered again. “She’s pretty sensitive. She felt it with just a single touch. We’re going to have so much fun today.” “Wench, do you want it? If you want it, just say so. We’re all here.”

This isn’t love. We all have darkest desires, some are fulfilled why some aren't. This is not a romantic story. Trigger warnings, raw language and explicit scenes involved. As the night played on, Micah had forgotten how to breathe. Was this what he really wanted? Micah had said no.

My phone buzzed with an email from Maya: "Check the news. We just got mentioned in Forbes." The article was titled "How Two Executives Turned Corporate Scandal Into New York's Hottest Startup." "We're never living this down," Damien said. "Worth it?" "Absolutely worth it.”

“Ahh..hhh…Andrade…” Andrade followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding me with hot cum, marking me from the inside. As he pulled out, cum trickling down my thighs, I slumped on the bed, body wrecked, mind reeling. Panting, I realized it then, this changed everything. I'd never be the same again—Andrade had claimed me, body and soul, and I was addicted.

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

He never missed any of the banquets mostly on behalf of her father, she wanted to see him and mostly talk to him. Looking in the far distance " what time are we leaving? " she asked silently and he placed his other hand under her chin bringing back her lovely face in to his view. There fingers were still intertwined together, she gave him a beautiful smile. Slowly and slowly she was becoming a drug The more closer he got to her the more addicted he was starting to get mostly to the daughter of his number one enemy.