Addicted Series Novels & Stories

Sean went home early. He sat in his lush living room. The TV was blaring but he was uninterested in the show. He had more important things in his mind. What did Lilian even see in Damian that kept her crawling back to him? Even after what he did to her, she was still talking to him as if he hadn't almost fucked her to death. If this was an addiction, it was a terrible and unhealthy one. He looked around. Was it wealth? He was wealthy too but not as rich as Damian of course. Was it sex? He was just as good as Damian in bed. He wasn't packing down there as much as Damian but he knew how to use what he had. Damian's size was porn-star-like. There was no way that thing was natural.

The kind of love I felt with her was different, unique, and special. "You love her?" He shook his head and looked down. I guess he knew he had messed up badly. But my whole attention was on that word *love*. Were my feelings for her more than an addiction? I never thought the day would come when I would become addicted to love. I stared at him with no emotions in my eyes, but a thought—a thought of giving her everything she has been missing—appeared in my head. "Tell me what have you done to her in the past." I looked at him and shoved one hand in my coat’s pocket. I wanted to know where to start from.

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.

Douglas pulled my panties down and grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed my cheeks. “It’s so bouncy. You’re so plump and fair. I didn’t expect you to have such a good figure at such a young age.” I felt something pressing against me, and it broke through the last of my defenses. Even though I rationally knew that I should not be doing this, my addiction took over me. I needed something inside me. My body became limp. It was as if a fire had lit up within me. I was dizzy and could not think straight.

"And I'm sitting in a coffee shop with my daughter and there's nowhere else I'm supposed to be." Sera looked at me for a long moment. Then she came out from behind the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, and stopped beside the table. "I want to show you something," she said. "Tonight. After close. Can you get Mia to watch Lulu?" "What is it?" "The studio. Capitol Hill. You've never actually been inside." She paused. "There's a new series. I want you to see it before anyone else does." That evening, after Mia arrived and Lulu was settled, I followed Sera's car across the bridge to Capitol Hill. The Maker's Co-op was in a converted warehouse, second floor, reached by a freight elevator tha

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

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.

He wanted him to die a slow and painful death. “The doctors said I should quit.” Mr Atkinson said, dropping the roll on the table beside him. “But it’s addictive. It’s like cocaine, you get addicted to it easily.” he laughed. General William was irritated by the sight. “Your life was perfect sometime ago. It was beautiful when she was in it, you know with that her two second smile. But it’s good she left you, because now, she’s taking care of me any time she’s around.”

The story began with Samuel and Elena, and they liked each other. Sammy and Elena wanted to marry each other, but they were not born for each other. Sammy and Victoria were made for each other and were born for each other. Both got separated in childhood but got back after 15 years and won her love of life, Samuel. Now everyone is happy. This all happened because of Victoria. When Victoria was married, her relationship was very complicated at first, but she never left Sammy alone because she loved him so much. You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners.