Addicted Series Novels & Stories

"Doings?... Whatever I did was to take revenge, it was my past Eira. My fucking past... It doesn't concerned you, my past has no relation to you... It should be my choice if I want to share it with you or not... Have I ever asked you that how many people you have killed for money. You are calling me wrong and monster for taking lives of those who hurt me and my family but have you ever thought that you have killed so many people who were innocent." He spat, he was furious after knowing that she was leaving him. His addiction for her was now unstoppable, he was on urge of loosing himself. "May be I was wrong but tell me one thing Eira, have I ever hurt you?... No, I didn't... Not even with wo

My breathing steadied as I pulled the phone I’d lifted from his pocket into view. “Bingo,” I whispered, my grin widening as the screen lit up. “Seems learning a bit of pickpocketing and other unhanded skills from Uncle Jackson surely paid off.” My fingers traced the familiar pattern on the screen, and with a quick swipe, the phone unlocked. Relief and triumph surged through me. “Henry,” I murmured, staring at the dial pad. “Time for a long call.” ************** ~Damon’s POV~ The silence in my study was deceptive, offering none of the peace I sought. After the meal, Arianna’s boldness lingered in my mind, her sultry words and provocative demeanour gnawing at my resolve.

he said over the phone. “Where are you at?” I asked. “Hmmmm… home, where else?” He asked jokingly. “Can you drink with me please,” I pleaded. “You need it, I will be there soon,” he said from the other end, he said it because he witnessed what happened inside the class that day. I was absent-minded. I didn't remember or listen to anything. I hung up the call and ordered some drinks. I started drinking even with the arrival of Sebastian. After some time,

They were alcoholics and drug addicts who swore to change their lives around every time. They'd quit for a few months, become devoted to church, adopt a few kids. All would be well for a time and then the drinking would resume first. A few bottles for her, a few more for him. Next were the cigarettes. Only a few sticks a day, then more. Until they were each smoking over a pack daily.The guilt would follow, dragging them down deeper into the abyss.

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

Isabelle moaned brokenly as she felt both men’s cum mixing inside her. They stayed like that under the hot water for a long moment, Ethan still buried inside her, kissing her neck softly. “You were amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I love you.” Isabelle smiled weakly against his shoulder, her mind reeling. “I love you too,” she whispered back. But as Ethan gently pulled out and more cum dripped out of her. A mixture of both men dripped down her thighs, Isabelle realized the terrifying truth. She was already addicted. And tomorrow, she would go back to Mr. Kane’s office without hesitation.

"I know. We pushed too far. Again." "It was... terrifying," I whisper. "And I... I wanted more. Even while I was screaming 'Red', a part of me wanted to stay in the loop." I pull back, looking at him with wide, horrified eyes. "Fuck, Alex. I'm addicted. I can't stop chasing the next level." "Analysis," Echo’s voice intrudes, sounding painfully clinical. "Addiction indicators: Elevated. Dopamine receptors: Desensitized. Recommendation: Reduce usage by 40% to restore cognitive clarity."

But soon as the time passed he got addicted to it, and before he could realise the drug began to consume him. But after last night, he understood that his addiction isn’t only consuming him but also affecting other peoples around him. He surely was jealous when Jenny unbotherly danced and enjoyed herself so much in front of all the audience in the club. He wasn’t happy with what he saw in Jenny, she was happy without him while he’s not. That’s the truth even if he denied to accept it, he’s not happy without her and he realised it only after leaving her. And till the time he realised this, it was already too late. In order to calm his racing nerves he took drugs in a such a dangerous dosage

“I am aware you were addicted to cocaine last year. You had no choice but to stop because your dealer got arrested. You help me, I will become your new dealer.” “I quit already!” I replied firmly. “And you know what? I'm glad I did. It did no good for my life. I've quit, I don't need your deal.” “Oh, is that so?” Duncan asked, a smirk on his face. “You will change your mind, Julia. Once addicted, always addicted. Take my deal and I'll hand you all the coke you'll need forever.”

Something she was sure her father would notice. “There was an article in the US Weekly not a week ago about you and Elijah Stone with pictures of you in your love nest.” “Father, please. You know very well there’s nothing between Eli and me. He’s recovering from a serious addiction. He needs support from his friends.” Skyler glanced over at her. “It doesn’t matter what I know. The world believes you’re a party girl… again.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “The board knows I’m not.”