Addiction Baddie Novels & Stories

The risk of getting caught only made us hornier. We became addicted. My grades barely mattered anymore. Brian’s scholarship hung by a thread, but the thrill of being used kept us coming back. Garvin was relentless. He called for morning quickies, late-night motel runs on the floor, even once in his car in the campus parking lot where he made Brian fuck me in the backseat while he watched and stroked himself.

They were all taking advantage of me. I knew I should resist them, but there was also a voice in my head asking me to let loose. I could not control this damned addiction at all. There were so many more men compared to the train ride. If they put their hands on me, I would be completely ruined. “I’m going first! I can’t hold it back anymore.” “Why should you? Just use your hands, I can’t wait.” They were starting to fight to be the first.

“You’re finally mine. Completely. No more hiding from it. No more fear that isn’t mine to control.” Raven could barely speak. She just clung to him weakly, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing softly into his sweat-slick shoulder. The full weight of her addiction crashed over her like a tidal wave terrifying, liberating, all-consuming. The blackmail, the threat of gang rape, the danger to their baby it all paled against the absolute need she felt for Damien’s darkness. She was addicted, broken, and utterly owned. Her phone buzzed loudly on the desk across the room, the sound cutting through their heavy breathing like a knife.

"You have such a rotten luck being paired with someone like me," "Someone like you? You mean badass, offensively attractive, and sexy as fuck, strong, independent?" I asked, and she released the most angelic laughter. "You are nuts. Are you sure you are not on drugs? You can be honest with me," She ran her fingers on my body so naturally. "You caught me. I'm fucking high on a drug, and it's called Cirilla Bane. I'm addicted," She gasped, feigning shock. "That sounds so dangerous. You should get yourself clean. It's definitely not healthy,"

Avi said, eyes scanning me. “I need something for the headache,” I muttered though I didn’t really care about the aspirin. My body was still tense from Shawny’s damn hands and words. She’d pressed too far. “You need to get back on the meds, seriously. I’m worried about your heart rate,” “I… I have to get back on Maddison. But she… she messed everything up.” Damn her for it. She ruined something so fucking good. And now? I was addicted. She got in here, and she stayed, and I hated how much I hated missing her.

She’d told him about Lowell’s attempts at recovery, about his inevitable falls from grace. She’d told him about the way it had been before, when she’d worked in other jobs, and had dropped them to rush to Lowell’s side, only to find herself heartbroken and lied to, again and again. And occasionally sacked, to boot. Addison had told him about the good times peppered in with the bad. About how close she’d been to her twin once, how for a long time the only thing they’d had in the world had been each other. “But that wasn’t quite true, because he also had his addictions,” she’d continued. “And he always surrendered to them, eventually. No matter how much he claimed he didn’t want to. And then,

It puts the life of the individual at risk, as it is a well-known fact that a robber can lose his life at any time. 3. Drug Addict or Abuse: Bad friendship can lead to drug abuse or addiction. If one who does not even smoke cigarettes and alcohol, makes and follows friends who do, before long, he will or may join them in the obnoxious, Letha,l and inimical act, and even becomes an addict. This is what we have known, will damage a person’s life.

As soon as it ended, I left right away and drowned myself in alcohol. I visited Remy in rehab as frequently as I could. “Shouldn’t you be with Hailey, groveling? You know, there’s a Filipino culture when courting a girl. The man plays guitar outside the house and sings for her. Why don’t you try it? It might work.” I glared at him. “Just get better, asshole.” “What do you think I’m doing? It’s not that I can threaten my bones to heal fast.” He chuckled.

Well, he would make sure that they regretted that singular decision. “We didn’t betray you, Legardo. We just opted out, after we discovered the messed up games you were playing. You never told us the intricate details of the Blue moon pack, other than the fact that they had the abstenum mineral. You didn’t tell us either of your plans for world domination-I honestly don’t understand how you believed we were going to let you do that. You want other supernaturals under your thumb?” Aiden asked, piquing his left eyebrow.

Shit, this was going to turn bad if Sonny landed that deal. *