Addicted Chinese Novels & Stories

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

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.

In the glittering heights of a Montreal penthouse, architect Elena Voss surrenders to a stranger whose touch rewrites every boundary she has ever known. Damien Laurent, a powerful and controlling investor, does not simply seduce her—he claims her, edging her against rain-streaked glass until she shatters, body and will, in an explosion of forbidden pleasure. What begins as one reckless night becomes an addiction neither can escape. When Elena discovers Damien is the key investor behind her firm’s most critical project, desire collides with ambition. Professional meetings turn into charged power plays. Hotel suites during business trips become stages for escalating BDSM rituals—rope, denial,

It was soft, reddish, and wet. I eagerly licked it and took in the aroma. This is how she smells and tastes. The taste was so good and the addiction so strong that I couldn't stop thinking about her. "Oohh, Aki, aahh," she muttered as I ate her moist front. I began to lick and suck the juice coming from that area, the place where I would have come from if we were related. Thankfully, that was not the case. I would certainly lose my mind if I could never have her or love her. I'd rather die than not be able to see her as I do now.

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

She silently ate the food with her head a little low than usually. When he saw her eat he stared at her mouth and wished he was the spoon right now. So he instead picked her spoon and put it into his mouth. The spoon still had her taste and he savored it. "What the heck is he mentally unstable. Why would he eat from the same spoon. wasn't this an indirect kiss." Her cheeks started to feel hot and she wished she could dig a whole right now. He scooped some more food but this time he staffed it into her mouth and well she ..... She just chewed like a little hamster that's being fed by the master.

If this news reaches the ears of the other two, they will certainly be interrogated, and worse than beaten. "There, even if you don't want it, you have to endure it. Food and drink contain it all, so if you take a small amount every day for a long time, you'll become addicted." "The other kids too?" "Just the same." Clause Chen scoffed, yes, they are all the same. They basically cannot escape. If you don't eat, you'll starve to death. If you eat, you'll die of drug addiction. No matter which path they choose, their final destination will only be death. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it and wanted to quickly destroy that place, just like that old man. All their suffering orig

************* Chapter 4 Scarface led me through the dim corridors of Arthdal Strike, till we made our way out for the club. Every step I took felt heavier than the last with Damon’s words replaying in my mind—You’ll be mine. Exclusively. The reality of what I had agreed to was beginning to sink in, nearly suffocating me. I averted my gaze, desperate to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes till we got into the same black car that brought me.

There were too many blue-collar men around me in the train carriage. Their manly presence triggered my addiction, and I could not stop thinking dirty thoughts. I felt my panties moisten. My urge slowly built up, and I knew that I had very little time left before my addiction kicked in. If I did not give in to my addiction, I would only embarrass myself in front of everyone. My name was Marina Anderson, and I was a intimacy addict. Ever since I hit puberty, I unexpectedly developed this embarrassing addiction. It resulted in a habit of pleasuring myself.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.