Addiction Baddie Novels & Stories

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

Never enough. With no choice—there never was a choice, I walked home, the city's neon lights reflected off the rain-soaked streets like a twisted mirror. I quickened my pace, hoping to leave the deserted streets and get home. Not that it was any good, but it was a million times better than being caught in the street at odd hours. I shuddered, thinking of the criminal cases that have been heard of. Still, what choice does a girl have? Uncle Jackson’s words echoed in my mind; "Ari, I'll pay them off, I promise." But the creditors' threats grew louder, and his promises emptier like his bank account.

So I just sat there, feeling useless. “I’m not telling you so you can look at me like that,” she said. “I’m telling you because Carter’s killing himself trying to keep me alive.” “What do you mean?” “You’ve seen the bruises, right?” I nodded slowly. Who hasn't? It's kinda what makes him dangerous. “You think those came from school fights?” “I… yeah.” She shook her head, her voice suddenly quiet. “He’s been fighting in underground rings. Cage matches. Bare-knuckle stuff. No rules. He gets paid cash under the table. Sometimes he limps home. Sometimes he’s coughing up blood.”

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

Belle inhaled slowly, deeply. Then exhaled. And just like that— It was gone. Locked away. Where it needed to be. She reached for her earpods, placing them in with practiced ease. Music filled the silence instantly, wrapping around her thoughts, drowning out anything that tried to rise. A barrier. A familiar one. Reliable. She picked up her bag and walked out. No hesitation. No looking back. — School looked the same. It always did. Crowded hallways. Voices overlapping. Laughter that felt too loud, too careless. Lockers slamming shut like punctuation marks in conversations that didn’t matter.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism.

It was the fact of dependence and addiction faster than normal drugs and then orgies but the evil came quickly the power omega pheromones. Like Poison Ivy, the villain went to nightclubs, to which all addicts became orgy centers, but soon after everything went away, the adrenaline and soon the nightmare returned to reality.

As Charles exhaled, he looked Tony dead in the eye. "I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone else that comes through these doors without firsthand knowledge of the struggle- and yes I struggle with addiction too. Addiction is not purely selfishness. There is indeed a physical component- do not mistake me, willpower and the desire to change are the cure. An addict becomes an addict at first because they have the brain chemistry conducive to euphoria. That's why only some become addicts after injuries and pain killers. That's why addicts get dope sick too.