Addicted To Love Novels & Stories

Once I find her, whoever she is, I will never hesitate to kiss her, hold her, hug her, own her entire body, heart, and soul. For some unexplainable reason, I just wanted that person to be mine. Mine alone. Addiction, madness, whatever I can call how I feel, I don’t care anymore. That person is mine, and once I find her, I will never let her go no matter what happens. There’s no way I could.

I'm too in love with him, too consumed by the feelings he evokes within me. Despite all the hurt he's caused me, I can't imagine my life without him. He's become my addiction, my obsession. A part of me knows I should break free, that I should find someone who treats me better, but the other part of me can't bear the thought of being without him.

You make me believe that I can be loved and accepted by who I am, with all my imperfections. I smiled softly, touching your face with affection.

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

It's interesting that there's even such love in existence- I'm so lucky to present true love. I'm so lucky to be in the most beautiful and loving couple in the world. I'm blessed beyond imagination to have a caring Girlfriend like you, now why would I want to be anywhere else you're not? No way, I never ever want to be somewhere you're not. When love turns into Addiction, you see your partner like the most perfect, stainless, flawless companion. When Love turns into Addiction. It's what keeps y'all committed to the Promise you made.

I'm sure there's happiness and endless love between us but pain was always on the way to destroy us. But maybe...even there's pain I always choose to love him endlessly. I didn't mind the pain. I felt like I feel numb for it. And while loving him...I am also loving the pain. That's why I got addicted. I got addicted I don't know how to rehab. I know it would sounds crazy...but along with the pain I'm feeling while loving him...I will never let go of him and I will always hold on to his promise. He promised me he'll be back. He promised me he'll find me no matter what. He promised that we'll see each other again and I trust him. I can wait for him. Even it's a months, days, weeks, or even yea

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

Day said quietly. “It’s fucked. We are fucked, because if either of us was going to walk away, it was going to be me. But I can’t. Not now. I’m more than addicted to him,” I whispered. “Talking to him just now made me realize. Addiction hurts, but not this much. Addiction doesn’t slice your soul in two if you’re apart.” My best friend took a deep breath. I knew. She knew. I looked Mish in the eye, too afraid to meet my best friend’s gaze. “For some awful reason, I am completely in love with the guy. And emotion and addiction don’t go well together. It’s as painful as it is pleasurable, but I can’t stop.”

He knows that what she wants, what she craved so bad from him was nothing else but love. How could she crave something he can't give? Something that he doesn't know how it feels? He doesn't even know how it feels to be in love with anyone. How could he love her when he can't even love anyone, all Braxton thinks about when he saw a woman is to bare her, to fuck her and leave. But Alicia's memory has proven too stubborn. He wanted to have her over and over again. He was addicted to her body. So fucking addicted that it felt sick.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I