Addicted Calloway Series Order Novels & Stories

Arthur Calloway had succumbed more quickly than Adrian had anticipated. The man, despite his wealth and influence, was a coward who crumbled under real pressure. For years, Calloway had been under Ethan Graves’s control, laundering illicit funds through Grayson Holdings while believing himself untouchable. But now? Now he was nothing more than a pawn, trembling under Adrian Blackwell's authority.

And now I was fucking consumed. I wanted to embed myself In her. I wanted her world to revolve around mine since mine revolved around her. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to make her lose control... I wanted to drive myself deep into her subconscious as she had done to me, and ultimately, I wanted her to surrender her life and lay it down at my feet, even if I was the one welding the knife to take it. It was deranged. It was crazy but I was addicted. I was obsessed and I was never going to let her go.

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

Zac said from behind him. "I called her a bitch." "Zac, don't," I warned. "Call her that again," Zac warned. "Okay. You're a bitch," the drunk man called at me and not a second later Zac lunged at him. I jumped over the bar but wasn't quick enough. Zac had already landed in a few punches. Zac leaned over the drunk man and was holding him from the collar of his shirt with one hand while the other was raised in a tight fist landing all the punches.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

But unlike Roman, this one was smiling. The caption read: COLE CALLOWAY — Former Executive Director. I stared at the image as my stomach dropped. There was no doubt, no uncertainty, no possibility I was mistaken. The man in that photograph was Ava’s father. Then I noticed the date. The article was two years old. Beneath the photograph was a single sentence that made my blood run cold. “Cole Calloway has not been seen publicly since the scandal that forced his departure from Calloway Industries.” My phone rang.

Baby, we will go tomorrow," I uttered, running my hand through his hair, but he shook it off. "No, you always say this when you are not going to get me something," he said, making Hardie and Xavier laugh at me. I eyed Xavier, who faked a scared gulp and turned his attention back to my brat. I looked at Maddox’s face. How was I even living before him? I mean, waking up to his face was the best feeling ever. I can’t imagine my life without Maddox. He was my little angel, my devil, and my everything.

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

The orange flame flickered briefly in the darkness surrounding us. His eyes kept shifting between me and the man tied up before us. Without breaking eye contact, I stepped closer and took the cigarette directly from his mouth. Smoke filled my lungs slowly as I leaned back again. “I feel better now.” One last glance landed on the criminal. “You’re the reason I got addicted, so I won’t hesitate to put this out on your head.” A wicked smile crossed my face while I walked toward him. Right in front of the professor, the bastard’s head was forced downward before the cigarette burned into the side of his neck.

Caldwell’s smile faded. “You think you’ve cornered me,” he said quietly. “But you forget something.” Tiana tilted her head. “What?” “I taught you this game.” Her lips curved faintly. “Yes,” she said. “And now I’m better at it than you.” That was the moment. The exact moment his confidence cracked. Vince moved faster than thought. The gun was knocked from Caldwell’s hand, clattering across the floor. Marianne screamed as Vince shoved Caldwell against the wall with brutal force.