Addicted Novels & Stories

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

I clung to the voice like a lifeline, letting its strength seep into me before my world turned into complete darkness. “Sleep now, Ari…”

This bully actually found his way here to frustrate me again. My phone pinged again. Dante: I can’t wait for you to be my baddie at bedtime. Oh my God. This message literally made me shiver. I felt a strange stirring inside, like I wanted exactly what he had just texted. And I knew what he really meant. God, why was I feeling this stupid over the naughty thing he had just texted? Maybe I am naughty. Because tell me why I understood what he meant by “baddie at bedtime.”

Dominic Obsessed. That's what they'd call it. A convenient word for the sickness eating me alive. They'd think it was a passing fixation. Something that time would eventually erase. Addicted. She was the only drug capable of quieting the storm raging through my veins. The only thing that could silence the constant hunger inside me. Yet every moment with her only made the craving worse. No matter how much of her I had, I always wanted more. Possessed. That was the closest to the truth. She consumed every waking thought. Every decision I made somehow found its way back to her.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

“What now.” “Now we wait.” --- Adrian called at two in the afternoon. Kael looked at the name on the screen for two rings before answering. "I've been thinking about the integration," Adrian said. His voice had a quality to it Kael hadn't heard before. Careful in a different way. Not the practiced smoothness of a man controlling a conversation but the tightness of one monitoring himself. "I think we should accelerate." "I told you. I'm not moving until the secondary review is complete."

". 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".

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.

"You're... unique…" “Sweetheart…” “I want you, Neve… Only you… I want you so badly I can't do anything without seeing you, feeling you, tasting you… You got me so addicted to you…" An anguished sound was torn from his throat just a heartbeat before his mouth fused with hers again. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue plowing deep with undisciplined passion. Again, his hand pushed slightly aside the robe and found her breast. Aiden kneaded it possessively. Her nipple pearled beneath the finessing of his thumb and they both shuddered under the impact of inundating desire.