Addicted After All Novels & Stories

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

No illusions of silk sheets or morning coffee. Killian doesn't call. Doesn't text. Why would he? I'm his monthly methadone, not his girlfriend. The scent of that morning coffee haunts me sometimes, popping up like a jump scare. I squash it flat, like grinding out a cigarette under my heel. Mistake. I chew on the word until it's flavorless pulp, leaving just the bitter aftertaste. It's a slow afternoon at the coffee shop, the kind where time stretches like cheap taffy. Lunch rush fizzled out, leaving a handful of laptop zombies in the corners, clacking away at god-knows-what.

But soon as the time passed he got addicted to it, and before he could realise the drug began to consume him. But after last night, he understood that his addiction isn’t only consuming him but also affecting other peoples around him. He surely was jealous when Jenny unbotherly danced and enjoyed herself so much in front of all the audience in the club. He wasn’t happy with what he saw in Jenny, she was happy without him while he’s not. That’s the truth even if he denied to accept it, he’s not happy without her and he realised it only after leaving her. And till the time he realised this, it was already too late. In order to calm his racing nerves he took drugs in a such a dangerous dosage

“I’m sorry Daddy… I couldn’t stop craving them… my body needs it now… I’m addicted…” Liam fucked me in every position, reclaiming every hole that had been used earlier that day. When he finally came deep inside me he held me tight, both of us shaking. Afterwards, as we lay tangled together covered in sweat and cum, the real conversation happened. Tears flowed as we faced the truth. My transformation was complete. The Gangbang Princess was no longer a fantasy. She was me. And this addiction wasn’t going away. Liam held me close, his voice rough with emotion.

They danced on the 'Addicted song' by Enrique Iglesias. And fortunately, it was Mani's one of favourite songs. Or who knows he knew it. Have I told you how good It feels to be me When I'm in you I can only stay clean When you are around Don't let me fall, oh no If I close my eyes forever Would it ease the pain Could I breathe again Baby, I'm addicted, I'm out of control (out of control) But you're the drug that keeps me from dying (dying)

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.

“I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident” “What nonsense he never had drugs he was clean and hate drugs,” Adair said after hearing what Alex said not believing his words, “I am not lying, I don’t know how or where but he got addicted to it later he started having illusions and that takes his life nothing else after he got in an accident I got

I believed her and asked for a forgiveness from Allah for hating my parent thinking that they never loved me. She thought me how to draw and so many things. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turn to year. After a year I met a guy, he was one of those guys you met in my room the following weeks of our wedding. He....he smoked and drink a lot ,little by little I got infected too. When Safeenah finds out, she was so angry,she was very angry which she never talk to me for a month. I begged her and promised not to drink nor smoke again,but who was I kidding, it was already in me,I'm used to it,I'm already addicted to it.

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."