Addicted Quotes Novels & Stories

“Akala ko, nag-quit ka na.” Humithit si Ali na parang nakadepende ang buhay nito saka bumuga nang pino. “Palalagpasin ko muna.” She kinda missed the taste of tobacco and nicotine that flowed down to her throat. Despite its bitter taste, it still made her satisfied during her stressful days.

Gustong gusto ko syang yakapin, halikan at sabihin na may anak kami. At dun ko lang napagtanto na ang lalakeng nasa harap ko ngayon ay ang dating lalake na masasabi kong... He was My Teacher that was Addicted To Me.....

Mariin niyang pinudpod ang sigarilyo sa ashtray sa inis nito. “Relax, alright?” natatawang saad ng lalaking kausap niya. “Faster,” utos niya at saka tinungga ang isang basong may laman ng alak. “Aside from being an artist, he is also known to be addicted on drugs. He has also issues before about bullying and molesting—” “Okay, stop now. That’s enough to hear,” pagputol niyang muli sa kausap. Muling kumukulo ang kaniyang dugo sa naririnig.

Zach was like an addiction— cigarette, alcohol or drugs— the more I try to stop it, the more I crave for it. Alam kong mali. Alam kong bawal. Alam kong nasusunog na sa impyerno ang kaluluwa ko dahil sa mga ginagawa ko. Pero heto. Itinutuloy ko pa rin dahil hindi ko kayang itigil. This is simply how a soldier fights in wars. No surrender, no retreat. This is a suicidal mission but I will still go for it.

"Hindi mo ako pwedeng halikan palagi kapag galit ka, hindi pwedeng hanap hanapin mo ako." "You always sooth me, kahit anong gawin ko ikaw pa rin ang dahilan kung bakit nawawala ang mga galit ko. I hate to admit that this is your affect on me," he said with the hint of frustration. He draw I circle on my legs. "Your presence is my pill, I get addicted thats why I'm always searching for you," he confessed.

Hinigpitan niya ang hawak, hinila ako palapit hanggang maramdaman ko ang hininga niya sa leeg ko. “That’s because you finally understand,” sabi niya. “Power isn’t clean. It never was.” Pumikit ako. “Then why does it feel so—” “Addictive?” putol niya. Tumango ako. --- Damian’s POV I should’ve walked away. Dapat lumayo ako.

I looked around my room, my chest still heaving, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Cheska?" Silence. "Fuck. It was just a goddamn dream." Napasabunot ako sa buhok ko. I felt the ache in my gut—the frustration of a man who’s starving and only gets to eat in his sleep. My therapist would call me an obsessed son of a bitch. And he’s right. I’m addicted. Hindi sapat ang journal entries o kahit anong distraction. I am completely, dangerously consumed by Cheska Vega.

aniya, sabay tingin sa kanya na parang may balak na sabihin na napakalaki ng bigat. Napatingin si Shey, halatang nag-aalala. “Ano yun?” tanong niya, medyo humigpit ang hawak sa coffee cup niya. Huminga nang malalim si Chris, umiiling na parang hindi alam kung paano uumpisahan. “I think… na-addict ako sayo.” Parang lumabas ang kaluluwa ni Shey sa katawan niya. Ang utak niya ay parang nag-blue screen. “…W-WHAT?!”

Itong amoy niyang ito ang gustong gusto kong maamoy ulit. I was so fvcking really addicted to her smell. Kahit siguro may iharap man na ipinagbabawal na gamot dito sa harap ko, I'm sure that I am more than going to be addicted to her, to my kidnapper, to my Azaylie. I think if it's her over those illegal drugs, it's always been her. Ganoon ako katanga sa kanya. Ganito ako kabaliw sa kanya. I can surely recover from those illegal drugs, but if it's my Miss Kidnapper, I will never recover from her.

seryosong tanong ni Tito Damon sa akin. Nanlalaki naman ang mata ni Quatro na nakatingin sa akin. Umiiling-iling ito, parang ayaw niya marinig na isa akong addict. Mahina naman akong napatawa sa sinabi ni Tito Damon. Isa sa bilin ni Mommy, huwag na huwag akong gumamit ng drugs. Though, gumamit naman ako, pero ibang drugs iyon. "Yes." diretsong tiningnan ko sa mata si Quatro.