Addicted In His Sweet Love Novels & Stories

"I have to be cured. It's the only way that I can go on from this nightmare." "If it needs for me to hurt you like what you did, I have to..." he muttered. I felt scared. He then stood up, took the rock again and went closer to me. Please help me! Somebody! I don't want to die. With few inches away, he held the rock to his fist and swing his arms to me. I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit. I know this will be painful and bloody. In fact I might die. This is his cure. My pain and blood is his medicine.

I should have shouted at him earlier and hurt him, but I did not. “Come here,” he whispered, then he pulled me closer to him. Without hesitation, he hugged my waist and put his chin on my shoulder. I gasped heavily. His arms were strong, and his chest was hard and firm. I feel like a child without a fight if I try to get out of his embarrassment. “I’ve missed you so much, Sweetie,” he said huskily. His lips touched my ear that made me shiver all over my body. “I just came to realize that I can’t live without you in my arms; that love does not require standards of beauty and wealth. I choose to love you because you deserve to be loved,” he whispered.

” Well you see Ares, I heard there’s a new club that opened and I would really like my best friend / wingman to join me” he replied, I gave him a look that screamed are you fucking serious and he just chuckled as he stood up and walked towards me. “you do know it’s a weekday right and I have a company to run” I continued and he just looked at me like I was crazy “bro you are fucken 24 not 40 years old, stop acting like your father now” he said sighing. I closed my laptop as I woke up from my seat “I can’t go to work tomorrow with a hangover Maddox” I replied and he just stood there smiling “I promise you won’t get too drunk and plus there’s going to be hot girls there and I really need to ge

The video has taken over the internet with millions of views within minutes. #Alovesobeautiful #Mrromantic Were almost everywhere. He sighed dreamily, then snapped the laptop shut, his smile collapsed and the joy on his face flickered replaced with sadness. He reached the necklace hanging on his neck and brushed the metal gently. "Could our love have grown stronger should you were alive?" He murmured, staring into space. "I miss you Chloe…I miss you so much.." His voice cracked like a broken record. Then suddenly, his eyes widened. His mind went back to the girl he bumped at the airport. Something wasn't right.

{Vincent’s POV} Power was addictive. It coursed through my veins every time I walked into a boardroom and watched men twice my age lower their voices when I spoke. Success had carved me into steel, and money had given me a throne. But none of it silenced the emptiness that followed me wherever I went.

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”

I knew what was coming. He caressed my skin all over before he began licking my neck and working his way down to my nipples. They pebbled from the pleasurable tingles that erupted everywhere he touched me. He gripped my waist and lifted me up before bringing me down onto his hard cock. “Ah!” I cried out. I forgot the feeling of ecstasy that came from having sex with him. I had to be careful not to get addicted again. “Julia. I missed your perfect pussy. I’m going to fuck you in the pussy and then punish your ass for leaving me.” He groaned as he ground up into me.

Something that looked almost like grief. "I loved her more than I have ever loved anything," he said. "Head over heels, completely, the way you read about in books and laugh at because you think it will never happen to you. And it got her killed." He let the words sit for a moment. "Not because I was careless. Not because I made a mistake. Because the people who wanted to hurt me knew that she was the way to do it. They knew that if they touched her, I would break. And they were right." He exhaled slowly. "That is the price of love in this life, son. It hands your enemies a weapon they will not hesitate to use."

I'm sure there's happiness and endless love between us but pain was always on the way to destroy us. But maybe...even there's pain I always choose to love him endlessly. I didn't mind the pain. I felt like I feel numb for it. And while loving him...I am also loving the pain. That's why I got addicted. I got addicted I don't know how to rehab. I know it would sounds crazy...but along with the pain I'm feeling while loving him...I will never let go of him and I will always hold on to his promise. He promised me he'll be back. He promised me he'll find me no matter what. He promised that we'll see each other again and I trust him. I can wait for him. Even it's a months, days, weeks, or even yea

“Did you know that you’re like a drug for me?” I furrowed my brow. “Drug?” He nodded, causing me to move my head as our foreheads were still touching. We must have looked silly, but I preferred being this close to him. I could feel him so intensely. “You’re my drug that I’m addicted to, and I can’t get enough of you. It’s like you’re the caffeine to my tired mornings, the sugar rush to my sweet tooth, and the adrenaline to my spirit.” He kissed my lips and smiled. “Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself s