Addicted Web Series Novels & Stories

Marco was crossing all the borders and walls around her, he was starting to form a place for himself in her heart without realising it. She finally allowed sleep to take her away for the night. Marco placed the bottle back on his lips and gulped more of the drink then placed it back on the counter, he continued to go through the papers; signing a few and ignoring the others. He stared at his laptop as he got a new email but it had attachments to it, he stared at it. He never received such emails, opening it, the shock almost sent him falling off the stool. "Shit, Shit " he cursed pulling on his hair but nothing seemed to change, they were like twenty photos of Adriana.

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?"

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

"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.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

And then there was the hidden camera. But for weeks now, all I had been seeing was black. The thing had gone dark, and with it, a part of me felt like it was suffocating. I stared at the screen, willing it to come back to life one day like I was chasing a high I couldn’t reach. I didn’t even realize how addicted I was to it until that blank screen started screaming at me.

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. 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."