Addiction: A 60's Love Story Novels & Stories

His next question caught her off guard, "Was there something addictive in it?" Oh… Violet finally grasped what he was saying and could not help but chuckle. "No, there's nothing addictive. It's only you. It seems you're just a masochist." What else could he be if he preferred her food, which was barely passable, to that of a professional chef's? If not masochism, then what? Previously, Lucius might have responded icily to such a remark. Now, his eyes betrayed a complex emotion. He suddenly felt compelled to keep her by his side indefinitely.

I whispered, getting closer to him, "I want you to know that no matter what comes our way next, I'll always love you, Vincenzo. I've never loved a man more than I love you." "Claire," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper, "I've waited so long to hear those words from you." Tears welled in my eyes, reflecting the shadows that clouded my heart. "You're just not the love of my life, Vince... You're my addiction, my obsession, my guilty pleasure. With you, I've found a love that's as intoxicating as it is terrifying, a love that pushes me to the edge and pulls me back in, begging for more. And I swear, with every beat of my heart, that I'll embrace this madness with open arms, because it's the

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

It's ridiculous the power that the other has over your thoughts and actions, ridiculous and scary, like a fucking addiction. Worse than nicotine and alcohol. The most vicious drug is unrequited feeling. You keep on loving even when it hurts, hurts, and hurts. There is no advertisement that warns you against love, much less a brochure informing you about the risks of falling in love. This drug makes you reclusive, mercilessly hostage and breaks you inside. Irremediable. No surgery. Addiction is something that has always been with me, Octávio probed about the subject in our first session and I almost said that it was an old subject and everything came from my maternal need. Well, that's what m

he said as he turned back around. “I would not need anything from you. You might as well go out to drink and womanize like you always do!” she said as she got up and stared at him right in the fact before leaving Womanize? He had stopped all of that a couple of weeks ago and a part of him was hoping that she would notice but she didn’t. He looked at her walk away and he sighed. He was starting to love her and he couldn’t deny it. He wanted her but she wasn’t been going to let him touch her. The one tine he forced himself on her was the last time he did it. He had felt so horrible after that he couldn’t look at his own reflection in the mirror. He hated himself for days and begged her for for

He said between tears, wrapping his hand around my waist and placing his head on my lap. "Yes, they do. But sweetie, feeling love isn't always enough," Saying that made my heart knot in pain. It made me recall how hard I loved Noah, and yet, I caught him fucking my best friend. It feels like Love is never close to being enough. I learned that the hard way. "Then what else do they need?" Nicky asked again, shuddering slightly. "Money." I sighed, running my fingers through his brown, curly hair, just like our father's. Nick could be young, but he was a striking replica of our father.

Her face winced a little when Erlan re-inserted his combat tool into her narrow cave. The movements made by Erlan to pump her core. The atmosphere in the room was getting hotter. The two human beings who had both been stuffed with aphrodisiac, were increasingly swept away in the wave of desire that was getting wilder. Both of their bodies were equally powerless against the reaction of the potent drug. They were both increasingly lulled in the nuances of pleasure that were getting more and more fiery. Mitha could only moan and hiss under the shackles of Erlan's muscular body.

It was like he was addicted, and she was his fix. I still remember the first time he told me about the gorgeous brown eyes beauty he met in the gardener's cubicle under his father and how much he already loved her. iI had called it up to drugs or alcohol, after all, he was hooked on Bourbon like it was his saving grace, but ever since then, he never stopped talking about her at every chance he got

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my nails dug into his broad thick shoulders. Dean proceeds to move at a slow but dangerous space as I desperately move my hips to match his killer pace. I know i’mma be sore for the next coming days and I'm fuckkng addicted. Everything about this man has me addicted, it has been that way since he first showed up those years ago and I don't want to ever let him go. He is my dirty little secret. And I fucking love it!

"Doings?... Whatever I did was to take revenge, it was my past Eira. My fucking past... It doesn't concerned you, my past has no relation to you... It should be my choice if I want to share it with you or not... Have I ever asked you that how many people you have killed for money. You are calling me wrong and monster for taking lives of those who hurt me and my family but have you ever thought that you have killed so many people who were innocent." He spat, he was furious after knowing that she was leaving him. His addiction for her was now unstoppable, he was on urge of loosing himself. "May be I was wrong but tell me one thing Eira, have I ever hurt you?... No, I didn't... Not even with wo