Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

she said immediately. “Okay, I’ll do the chorus. That cool?” She nodded. I tapped the floor for rhythm and began to sing: 🎶 I cannot do without you 🎶 I feel like I’m addicted to you 🎶 You have become a drug 🎶 You are my drug 🎶 Ooooooo... 🎶 You heal me... Before I could finish, she screamed. I clutched my ears. “Oh my God! You’re Kye!” “Please stop screaming.”

Kael didn't message him. He had enough to manage and Lucian was not someone who needed checking on. At eleven thirty Adrian called. Kael stared at the name on the screen for a long moment. Then picked up. "Adrian." Silence for a second. Then, "You knew." Not an accusation. Something flatter than that. The voice of someone who had arrived at a conclusion after a long time of not wanting to reach it. "Yes," Kael said.

Her phone starts to ring and she picked it seeing that it was Adam calling, “Ma’am, I am hot on Mateo’s tail but he hasn’t done anything suspicious.” He says and Rielle rolled her eyes. "That was in no way needed Adam, You don’t have to trail him. At times drastic measures would be taken for such things. Come to my place as we need to be done with the funeral once and for all.” She says and hung the call.

Matteo sank into heavy drinking and gambling, day after day. Whenever things went wrong, Lucia became his outlet. At first, she kept up the act, playing the gentle and obedient partner and catering to him in everything. Whatever he wanted, she went along with it. As time passed, her patience thinned. One day, Matteo uncovered something. In both his previous and current lives, he had been unknowingly drugged with Heartbane and aphrodisiacs—incidents he had believed to be part of my scheme. He had been under the assumption that I was in collusion with a rival family.

He exclaimed "Cad -- " I started to say, but he cut me off "Can't you see, I quit my Addiction because I found another. I left drugs and everything shitty because I found you, I found you Vanilla, I'm addicted to you, you." I was unable to hold a smile in as I said "Good. It's a mutual feeling, because I'm addicted to you too, you are my fix, my love and my life" I said holding his hand, and he carress the golden ring on my finger

Then I laughed it off, complained lightly, and mentioned how I didn’t really understand the game. That was all it took. Men like Matteo can smell opportunity the way sharks smell blood. When I asked him—casually, almost embarrassed—if he could play for me, he didn’t even hesitate. Not once did he question who I was. Not once did suspicion cross his face. His addiction drowned out his instincts. Of course, he agreed. Of course he did. What Matteo didn’t know was that I wasn’t there to win. I was there to observe. To study how he moved. How he thought. How far his greed went when temptation dangled right in front of him. And more importantly—how easily he trusted strangers when money was invol

This isn’t love. We all have darkest desires, some are fulfilled why some aren't. This is not a romantic story. Trigger warnings, raw language and explicit scenes involved. As the night played on, Micah had forgotten how to breathe. Was this what he really wanted? Micah had said no.

With determination in my heart, I drove on, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead and to find a way to untangle the complexities of our intertwined destinies. Xandra's voice suddenly broke through the silence. "Are you thinking about your mate?" she asked, catching me off guard. It was as if she had somehow tapped into my mind and read my innermost thoughts. I was surprised by how she found out, but instead of questioning her, I simply nodded and replied, "Yes, I am."

“So who’s the intruder in that picture?” He stepped forward, tone low. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a misdirection… or maybe it’s someone’s idea of a warning.” The room went silent again. Rain hit the glass harder, rhythmic and tense, like the house itself was holding its breath. Then Aria whispered, “A man called GreyWolf sent it. He said I’m just like my mother — but I should avoid the path she feared. What does that even mean, Damian? What path?”

Alex's POV Chen called on a Tuesday, ten days after the exhumation, while I was in the middle of a campaign review. I stepped out and took it in the hallway. "Preliminary toxicology confirms it," she said. "The same compound found in Eleanor Ross. Your mother was poisoned, Alex. We have enough to add two counts of first degree murder to Maya's charges." I stood there with my back against the wall and said nothing for a moment. "Alex."