Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

Across the city, inside the heavily guarded villa of Richard Lancaster, chaos simmered. The shipment had arrived, cleared smoothly at the port with the invisible hands of Damian’s father pulling the strings. But when the containers were opened at Lancaster’s hidden compound, the air grew thick with disbelief. The crates were stacked, neat and heavy, but the contents were not what he had been promised. Packs of high-potent weed of a new origin filled the space. The quality was there, yes, but the quantity? Not even close. Lancaster’s face darkened. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as his men opened crate after crate. The weight of silence pressed down on the room.

Wasn't she already embarrassed with herself for the way she reacted yesterday? That new boss hurt her ego, and she couldn't talk back. There wasn't anyone on her department's head's side to help their clubhouse. Emily took the responsibility of going around the entire city to take bright kids who had the potential to rise in that field. Not every parent was pleased with the advertisement, and the clubhouse was mainly a bar for socialites, models, and millionaires. The result was what pulled those parents in, and they began to send their children, trusting this 'me' as a 'just' Olympic medalist.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

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.

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

“I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident” “What nonsense he never had drugs he was clean and hate drugs,” Adair said after hearing what Alex said not believing his words, “I am not lying, I don’t know how or where but he got addicted to it later he started having illusions and that takes his life nothing else after he got in an accident I got

I touched myself through the denim, my mind replaying the way he’d growled my name, the way his massive cock had filled me until I thought I’d burst. I was a mess. I was a traitor. I was my brother-in-law’s dirty little secret. And as my own hand worked against my aching cock, I realized the terrifying truth..I wasn't just trapped. I was addicted. I was a soft, pretty little bitch who had finally found the one thing he was truly meant for…to be ruined by a man who shouldn't even be looking at him. I came in the silence of my room, a weak, shaky release that left me feeling more hollow than before.

More like my body itching for something, itching for relief. He just watched me break down, "ok, Steve, listen, I don't belong here," I changed my tone and decided to be respectful and nice, "I'm normal. I'm ok, see," I smiled at him and opened my arms wide, "I'm ok. I'm not addicted to anything, I promise. Please let me go, Zale lied about everything." "So you're not addicted to cocaine?" I shook my head so fast and so hard, it felt like I had snapped my head off my own neck.

said Stella and sat beside Chloe. "It's different and I won't let you touch the tip of a nail." Vikky and the others laughed. "Why are you so possessive mash" said Vikky "I've never even seen you this possessive mash" said Marlon and immediately sat down beside Vikky Mashii is silent. He also sleeps knowing why he is like this, he just doesn't want what belongs to him to be touched or even owned by someone else. "Chloe, you know the woman over there who is staring at you ??" Said Vikky pointing at the woman on the opposite who was wearing drinking clothes and wine in his hand.