Addicted Novels & Stories

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 water was cold and the man didn't shiver at all maybe it was to control the growing desire in him to go down a bit. He felt like touching her,crushing every barrier between them,hearing her call out his name under him, holding her in his embrace,kissing every part of her top to bottom,marking every part of her,claiming her in every way,being the one in her heart and always to be with her. He didn't know what to call the feeling that was fueling him but he knew that he needed her no he wanted her body and soul. Her smile,laugh and voice tickled his manhood. Made him go crazy.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

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

He felt weak and cleaned himself up and rinsed off his semen from the bathroom wall. His dick slowly became limp as the desire and want to be ebbed away. He had a quick shower and headed back to bed. He lay and stared at the ceiling in thought. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he would always tell himself the glaring truth. A woman was his weakness, something he had sworn that he would never allow. His father had always told him to eliminate all his weaknesses but he could not bring himself to get rid of her. He had let her grow in him too long. He was addicted to her but he couldn't let her know.

I love babies. who aren't annoying. "Next." I said. "Last and the most important one." She said as I kept my attention on her. "Addiction." She said as I looked at her with a confused face cause what type of addiction. I surely don't have an addiction. "Like what?" I asked. "Drugs, smoking and drinking till you pass out." She said as I completely went silent. I fucked up bad...... Zeeshant you piece of shit didn't even understand her staying away from you while you were smoking. Dumb, you dumb.

I didn’t have any kinks. I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you.

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.