Addicted Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.

Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.

He asked as he raised my chin to look up at him. "You are aware of this, is that why you're here. Where's my phone?" The man tried to move away, as he grasped my hand like I was a thief that he caught, but the drug Sir Adam had given him had more effect on him, and he swiveled me around to face him.

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

Not with this energy crashing in like a rude intruder kicking down the door. Without her buffer, it's brutal. The force floods my veins, sharp and icy, carrying some ancient vibe that feels wrong, like it's judging me from the inside out. It prowls around, sniffing out secrets, a bloodhound on a mission. And then, it finds what it's after. The bond. That invisible string tethered right to my heart, stretching across the circle to him. The man who's been my obsession, my nightmare, my everything I never asked for. Months of twisted fate, three years of pathetic pining, nights I'd rather scrub from my brain with steel wool.

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

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."

My chest ached like something vicious was gnawing at my heart, like a slow-burning infection stealing the air from my lungs. As beautiful as it was to love him, watching him be happy with someone else was agony unlike anything I’d known. He was dangerous. I’d known that from the start, from the very first time I admired him. I should have walked away then, before the fire caught. But I hadn’t. I let myself fall deeper, until he became my sweetest addiction. And now… now I am trapped. Because once you’re addicted, you can’t imagine quitting. His ocean was beautiful, yes—but beneath the depth of its lingered shadows. Darkness. And now, for the first time, I realized just how easily that darkne

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.