Addicted Web Series Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath without thinking, "I'm obsessed with my brother's best friend. I haven't even told her I love her yet." "Wait, what? Are you messing with us right now?" he said, chuckling, because he clearly didn't believe what I'd just said. “Man is drunk. The alcohol is frying his brain.” Another friend added as he raised his glass in my direction. Yeah, they had no reason to believe me. What I'd just admitted sounded completely insane even to my own ears. "See you guys later," I told them quickly and ran back down from the VIP section, heading toward the entrance to ask the guards.

Aria sat hunched over her laptop, eyes bloodshot from sleeplessness. The air in her apartment was still except for the soft hum of the system fan. Her hand trembled slightly as she clicked into a dark-web forum she’d paid heavily to access. A single search bar blinked on the screen. She typed the word “Lancaster.” For a moment nothing happened, then dozens of encrypted links appeared some red-flagged with government seals, others marked classified. Her throat went dry.

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.

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.

THBM EP 157 ~DOMINIC~ I had never been addicted to anything or anyone, so I never knew and expected how notoriously and nefariously painful withdrawal felt. How fucking restless I'd become if I lost a pet, how empty the house would feel, how cold it'd been all along before my little pet came along, how much I had slept and hoped to wake up the next day just to see that pretty little face that housed a small mouth that felt so fucking good around my cock. How much I would skitter down the road of destruction if the day ever came when I'd have to lose my pet, how berserk I'd go.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

"And let him know if he will ever hurt you I'll smash his skull." "Alright, relax you superman." Waniya said laughing skittishly. "Wani, another thing," he spoke in a low voice. "What is it?" "You are not an addict?" He was looking at her cautiously. Waniya gave a sad smile, "I'm not. Don't worry. I just get high when life becomes too much for me but with Ahmed now it feels like too much life would be too less," she spoke dreamily. "Look at you, all gushing," Abraham teased her but deep in his heart he felt empty.

Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work.

I point out, arching an eyebrow. "No, but I'm obsessed. Maybe I'm not addicted to alcohol, but I am addicted to work. You said it yourself, remember? I'm a workaholic. I don't have anything else. I worry I wouldn't be able to fix myself, and I wouldn't be around for much."

Instantly, her post was stormed with hearts and comments, and most of them were asking who K was. Meanwhile, a particular person saw the post and was now irritated. “New beginnings and new friendship? She couldn’t wait to flaunt her freedom, huh?” The man standing behind him is sweating profusely. ‘Our meetings with our major investors were a success. But now we’re back in the city, his breathing fire again!’ Back in the apartment, the dinner went well...