Novel & Cerita Addiction And Grace Book

“It’s not about allowing myself. I can’t help it. He’s the center of my world. Hell, he’s the center of my whole damn universe, and all I can do is hold on to his gravitational pull while I spin out of control.” “You can help it. Of course you can. It’s your decision, and you have control because you’re aware of it. You’re in the position where you can grab your addiction by the balls and deal with it.” “Is that professional lingo, Doctor? Grabbing addiction by the balls?” He half-grinned. “If it’s not, it should be. It’s a very clear instruction, don’t you agree?” “I do agree. And technically, that’s what I want to do. I just wish it were easier to separate the addiction from the love. Some

The memory of when his addiction began plays in his head. A patch of dirt road lays ahead. The truck pivots into the small road, crunching pebbles under the tire as it makes its way to the dark building. Parking in an abandoned lot, Luke jumps out of his truck and makes his way to the dilapidated door. He sighs at the tardiness of his contact and grabs a blood bag from his passenger seat. Luke had been on edge since his beloved Grace's death. He has felt a bottomless emptiness in his heart where Grace once resided. A car pulls up next to him, and two large men get out. Luke hears screaming from the car's boot and blocks it out. It would do no good to lose his job over some meaningless hero c

“If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.” Victor looked at Adanna and for a moment, she wasn’t standing in a vault; she was standing in history. Grace’s voice continued: “There will come a time when someone will find this message someone born from both destruction and mercy. To that person… forgive us. We couldn’t save the world. Maybe you still can.” Adanna’s knees weakened. “She’s talking about… me.” Victor caught her as she staggered. “No, Adanna. She’s talking to you.”

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

And in this realization lay the true essence of our journey – a journey of love, resilience, and unwavering commitment to each other. The transformation in Lexi's behavior towards me, as I gradually shed the remnants of my addiction, was like watching a flower bloom in fast forward. She seemed to rediscover a part of me that the haze of substances had obscured, and with this rediscovery came a renewed attraction, a kindling of the fire that had always burned between us.

Xavier bit his lower lip as his gaze further zeroed in on her pink quivering lips. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he grabbed her face in both of his hands as he leaned closer and captured her lips in a dominant kiss. Grace was shocked but surprisingly she didn’t resist. The girl had never touched alcohol. She never got any reason to drink until the heartbreak knocked on her door and struck her happy life like a storm. It isn’t that easy to forget first love. Grace knew that she could never get over Felix but she needed something to mitigate her pain and thus sorted to alcohol. She was clear with her plans. Whatever comes tomorrow but this night, she will be on a tear, drinking away all her pa

A fleeting glint of determination flashed in her eyes as she whispered to herself, "Vanish..." Through the sea of bodies, our gazes locked from across the room. Her face softened into calm, her eyes alight with a thrill of anticipation. I raised my glass to her from across the room, the hint of a smirk playing on my lips. Had the fish taken the bait that easily? She really could not hide her impatience.

It hurts hurts seeing Ella treating me this way, I know it's my fault, but can't she see that am really sorry, the past two weeks had made me realize that I love her Jeremy taught hitting his fist on the desk Jere what the problem, Tracy asked with a worried expression, because he has been molding since Ella left, never mind, see you at home he replied walking out and Tracy struggled On his way he meant Ella and he held her hand, preventing her from walking away, Ella am sorry okay, I know it's all my fault, but please talk to me stop giving me selent treatment he said pleading" get out of my way Jeremy Ella flare with a stern look, am not, he said still blocking her path" see mister I don'

I said as my mind went back to the ordeal I had just experienced. “A dangerous dream,” she whispered. “They’re into everything you can imagine—arms dealing, human trafficking, drug empires. They’re the kings of the underworld. The allure is undeniable, but they leave a trail of destruction wherever they go. Not even the hounds of hell have such a huge love for carnage and power as they do.”

“Before we do this, I want you to tell me you agreed to avoid awkwardness.” He was right; that was the phrase I told him when we began chatting after we were matched. “Ye…yes.” His lips covered mine immediately. It was the speed of two opposite magnet poles. Why had he asked such questions when he was this hungry for me? Excitement washed over my body. Frank, my husband, desired me, but this was another level. This was the desire an addict had for a fix. It was a get-fixed or die without it. My hands rose to his sides. Trembling hands resting on rock-hard muscle. His hands cradled my face. His hardness burned through the material separating our skins. I could feel it throb, rising and fallin