Addicted Series Novels & Stories

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

To the high and the low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric. The best fucking hit of your life . I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every drink that sent me spiralling into oblivion, I just raised my glass to the flames and downed it.

Carissa knew all too well the excruciating pain of broken bones, having experienced it in her youth. Even with pain-relieving decoctions or acupuncture treatment, the agony remained sharp and penetrating. Carissa felt her heart break as she asked, "What about the addictive drugs he was using before? Is that still a serious issue?" Sebastian replied, "The drug he was taking is called Peony Bliss. It is indeed addictive, but considering his current condition, he seems to be managing well. Did he experience any discomfort during the journey back to the capital?"

I went downstairs, sat alone in the living room, the house was unusually quiet, I lazily dragged the remote to myself, and as usual I turned on my favorite TV series but instead it added to my depression, no matter how many times I watched the show, it always ends up with the same ending, the boy was left alone at the end, he lost every fucking person that he loved, he couldn't boast of one person that genuinely love him not even his family, I was blankly staring at the TV when the remote was taken away from me, and that's when I jolted back to reality, I look up and saw that Eden is here already, “Don't tell me you're watching this fucked up show again” He muttered and sat beside me “Come o

With our strong stamina in bed, we should have gone for a month out of reach of everyone just making love. I really should talk to Alfie about this, then. The withdrawal stage from this addiction would probably make me insane if I didn’t do anything about this. A while ago, he used my office table to check on the emails George told him to read, but after a few minutes, Alex rose to his feet, called his secretary, and talked about a problem. They had been talking for almost an hour, and I wondered where George was right now because she could have gone here instead of them talking on the phone.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"

I begged her and promise not to drink nor smoke again,but who was I kidding it was already in me,I'm used to it,I'm already addicted to it. I always tried to make sure that she doesn't suspect that I'm still a drug addict,and everything was going flowly for us. On one faithful day Mom traveled and decide to lodge in a hotel, she saw Safeenah and her friends,I'm very sure it was her friends but she believe that Safeenah was also a bad girl and she believe she is a bad influence to me,since then Mom never want to see her around me,I tried all my best to explain to her but she never listen to me