Addicted Novels & Stories

"It can also be linked to mental illness." "Are there any physical signs that someone could be obsessed?" he pressed. "Like the strange, rapid and loud thumping of the heart. The loss in concentration. Sleepless nights. Clinginess. Hallucinations," he rushed every word. My throat tightened. "I... I really don't know." He let out a heavy breath. "What is addiction?" he dropped another question. "I think addiction is a state where one is so immersed into doing something. More like a habit, totally pushing every other thing aside."

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

The lights, the attention, the power of the moment. It made me feel like a diva. Like a goddess. When the music started, and my body moved with the rhythm, the entire room faded away. For those few minutes, it felt like I was the only person that existed. And that feeling… It was dangerously addictive. The money wasn’t bad either. Dancing full-time meant the pay was incredible, and for the first time since coming to the city, I didn’t feel like I was constantly struggling to survive. But even with everything going so well, one thought kept creeping back into my mind.

Xavion held her by waist and rolled themself making her Hover over him. "I thought you are sore..." He asked with smirk. "I don't care..." She breathed out and latched on his neck. That's what he wanted, he knew that marking and mating will make their bond unbreakable. Marking was the main reason that eira can't resist their bond now. She was addicted to his touch and presence, exactly the way he wants her to be. Just put a spark and fire will automatically ignite in her, he was experiencing this now.

and on the most important day, because of his past lifestyle and FUCKING MARSH, he had missed it. Nic considered himself a sane and rational man. And under any other circumstances, he would have found a cool place in his mind...some place he could go to make the rational next step. It was that process that usually allowed him to win. It was one of the reasons he was so successful. But at this moment...no such place existed. All he felt was an intense firestorm coursing through his skin, his blood...his entire body. He fucking lost it. "GODDAMN IT!!! Motherfucker!!!" Nic yelled, as he slammed his cot into anything that could break over and over again. Everything was a blur, but he refused to

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

To the high and the low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric. The best fucking hit of your life . I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every drink that sent me spiralling into oblivion, I just raised my glass to the flames and downed it.