Addiction And Grace Book Novels & Stories

“You’re trying to bribe me.” “Obviously.” He sighed but walked over anyway, plucking it from the box. “If I end up addicted, I’m blaming you.” “Deal,” I said. “I’ll send you to rehab—with Grace as your counselor.” He laughed, shaking his head as he walked out. Once he was gone, I sat back and looked at the remaining crumbs on the tray. I picked up my phone again, typing one last message to Grace. Me: You’re a genius. It’s everything you promised.

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

GRACE! BOOK 1 Intro; In the suffocating stillness of a Southern church town located in Ashwick Georgia, Grace the pastor’s daughter has spent her entire life being watched, measured, and molded into holiness and the graceful figure she should grow into. Golden-haired Grace who’s never been prideful, sinful, She dresses modestly because she had been taught that a woman’s body is a temptation and temptation is a weapon. Her principled life has always been one she had been born into, But inside her?

Davis's POV Fuck! Fuck! I thought not going with her to the kitchen would take my mind off undressing her and fucking her again and again, but that wasn't happening. Instead, I was hard like a rock, but there was no Grace to fucking calm me down That girl is a drug, my fucking drug that I am so fucking addicted to. And I don't need to stay away from it, instead I need to get too much of it, so I can get tired of it. But the fuck, I can't. I am not sure I'll ever be able to get fucking tired of my fucking baby.

Grace nodded. Because she was addicted. To him. To this. To being the dirty secret of a man of God. And she had no idea how to stop. Even if she wanted to. Which she didn't. God forgive her.

Kurt explained. Grace had learned about addiction in her time as a doctor and knew Kurt was telling the truth. One of the most important steps in Addiction therapy is to face responsibility for your actions. “Ok, we can go back into the Winter Garden for 5 minutes,” Grace said. “NO! Not in your condition!” Xan shouted before he fully realised what he said. “Condition? Is there something wrong with Grace?” Tony asked anxiously. “Thanks, Xan!” Grace snapped. “Well?” Chris asked.

I smiled up at him, genuine gratitude mixing with the hollow ache that never quite left. But then the note flashed through my mind. The relief turned cold in my chest. I had the healing center back. I had something good again. Something that mattered. Which meant the brothers had something new to take away from me.

He had the ability to make the darkest days brighter, but on the flip side, he could take any day and make it unbearable. That was what made the cycle of abuse so difficult to escape, especially with Gray. He hadn't physically hurt me; he didn't leave bruises on my skin, just my heart. But the highs were so high they countered the lows making them seem insignificant. I held on for those peaks that carried me for days. It mirrored my depression, the mania was insufferable. Addicts, we craved the highs-it didn't matter if it was a drug or a person-whatever got us there was worth the fall we suffered after. Everything in my life provided a high of some sort, a euphoria I had to have to countera

“Thank you for yesterday.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “You don’t have to thank me for staying.” “I do,” she insisted softly. “Because most people don’t.” He didn’t argue. He just pulled her closer. As she lay there, listening to his heartbeat again, she realized something unexpected. Yesterday had been terrible. Painful. Humbling. But it had also removed the last illusion she held about this journey. Healing would not be pretty. But it would be real. And real, she was learning, was better than imagined strength.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”