Addicted Series Novels & Stories

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

If it was alcohol-induced sweating before, it was now exercise-induced sweating on the mattress. “I need to pee,” Arini said honestly. Her face was bright red, her breathing was going up and down violently. “Oh.” Richard grinned slightly. “I wonder what.” Richards was released briefly. Which made Arini a little flabbergasted. “Sir?” “Patience, darling. You're addicted, aren't you?” Arini wanted to nod but was confused, did the thing that made hers full make her addicted? It didn't feel like it, she felt liberated but there was a lingering feeling but what was it?

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.

We'll make sure your last night of freedom is unforgettable. I'd become addicted. Addicted to the way they made me feel—powerful and powerless at the same time. Addicted to being used, to being filled, to the way they treated me like a goddess and a whore in the same breath. Addicted to orgasms that actually shattered me instead of Derek's pathetic three-minute sessions that left me reaching for my vibrator the second he fell asleep.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

Eden said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer if possible. His voice got thicker than Eden had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug."

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

Lucian nodded once and went back to his screen. --- The statement went out at seven twenty-eight. By eight fifteen it had been picked up by every major outlet. By nine it was the framing device for the entire story, which was what it was designed to be. Not Lucian Thorne brought down by collapse. Lucian Thorne who had seen what was coming and stepped back rather than let it take anyone else with it. It wasn't entirely true. It wasn't entirely false either. And it was the story that served the larger truth, which was that Adrian had built something corrupt and patient beneath the surface of legitimate industry and someone had spent four years making sure it couldn't stand.

I folded my arms below my chest and asked, "Are you done with your drama??... Do you expect me to forgive my ex-lover and ex-best friend after catching them cheating on me..?? And when you people repeat the same mistakes again while getting drunk, then also, you want me to forgive you two?? Enough is enough. From now on, there won't be any place for you two in my life. And Melissa, nobody can fake their character for long, it will eventually come out. Thank God, I get to know about it at least now. So, you two, get the fúck out of my life…!!" Even when I was feeling the heartbreaking pain inside I maintained my furious expression uptight.