Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink." "This is the last I'll fucking taste her" But you know that you just can't fucking stop because addiction is like an obsession. It takes over your mind and every single thought. It is dangerous. Too dangerous for a man in power like me. But Goddamn did she feel good. If I had fucked her right there on that lounge chair, I'm sure this addiction would have subsided but I can't do that to her, make her first time a brutal memory. I can make her feel good but that was just it.

So why do I want to run away? When I met him, I understood. I know it's an awful cliché, but my brain saw clearly. The freshness of this feeling intoxicated me, and I let myself be trapped. Again. Like yesterday. I blame myself like a woman on a diet who sneaked a bite of two croissants on the spot. They gave me extreme satisfaction at the time. I would even ask for a third if my pockets weren't suffering so much, but I have to be sensible myself.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

“He wasn't even afraid of going to jail, he was always around when no one could see him.” I frowned. “I don't understand. So what did you do to make him leave you alone?” Lourdes was silent for a moment and looked at me with pity. “Because he met you.” Her words fell on me like a bucket of cold water. If I was not sitting I would have fallen because I had a severe dizziness. No, it couldn't be true. "You are his new obsession," she added quietly. "No… it can't be." I tried to convince myself that it was a vile lie.

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

he cursed, his voice echoing off the walls of the empty self-storage room. "Where are the kids?" he demanded over the phone, his voice heavy and menacing. The voice on the other end stuttered, "I'm keeping watch over them, but what are you going to do to them?" Marcus sneered, "What I do to them is none of your fucking business." He cursed, his anger boiling over. "Stand guard, don't let her ever suspect you're the suspect, and don't you dare go against me." With that, he cut the call, his mind racing with his next move.

Bryan admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and empathy. "I turned to drugs, hurting those closest to me, and I regret every single thing I've done," Bryan confessed, his voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why? Because it makes you feel something?" "Because it doesn't matter!" Dante's control shattered. "Your father murdered mine! Every time I look at you, I should hate you!" "But you don't," Elena said softly. "That's the problem." Dante's eyes closed, forehead dropping to hers. "You're driving me insane." "Then stop fighting it." He kissed her. Desperation. Need. poured into one devastating kiss that made Elena's knees buckle. Dante's hands tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss. His tongue demanded. Consumed.

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

My noose says it and it's the purest truth. “I just don't want to see you sick, eating sweets every day isn't good, you're not exercising and sweets are addictive, some people say no, but I know it's addictive, when you see it you're already eating sweets every day and You don’t even realize it, so don’t eat junk food in the cafeteria, fried food every day is also bad, I don’t want to be the annoying one, but I already told you that our babies will be healthy, so try to stop this stuff of stuffing yourself with food.” I don't want to seem boring, maybe I already am, but Oliver is like a child, in these months I've eaten really well, and so has he, but this last week he's been like a runaway