Addicted Chinese 소설 & 이야기

She exhaled shakily, already aching for it. Already addicted. And so was he.

"And when you try it, I think you'll like it. Not even the dondocas of the big city could resist the spices of the interior. Free-range chicken and okra, along with angu and beans was the most requested dish for all of them. That one would not take long to end up liking it too. "Are you the one who takes care of the entire property? "The girl asked. I nodded. She turned to her sisters, not before showing me a malicious smile. "Would you kill me if I bribed him to take me to the tower every day? The sisters grumbled, rolling their eyes. The gestures were so equal that they almost seemed rehearsed. I just watched in silence. I was used to a lonely life, only with my parents and the animals, be

It was a charming figure I'm addicted to you, it's not just about love.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

I listened to his mind wonder: Mrs. Zhao was still waiting my 'documentation' for my ADD so I needed to act fast to make that lie the truth. I researched like a geek on the internet about ADD I read article after article about how they couldn't concentrate at all, were moody all the time and needed medication. Hey, I'm moody and I can't concentrate, the only thing missing was the medication. Luckily my friend Jacky, knew a guy who knew a guy. I could get my hands on some illegal ADD drugs in no time. Jacky just gave me the guy’s number and I had to catch the train to Nanjing road to get the drugs.

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.