Novel & Cerita Addiction Baddie

He wanted him to die a slow and painful death. “The doctors said I should quit.” Mr Atkinson said, dropping the roll on the table beside him. “But it’s addictive. It’s like cocaine, you get addicted to it easily.” he laughed. General William was irritated by the sight. “Your life was perfect sometime ago. It was beautiful when she was in it, you know with that her two second smile. But it’s good she left you, because now, she’s taking care of me any time she’s around.”

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

Tears stung her eyes and she began to cry like a baby. She had been a bad daughter. How could she have done that. Brandon seeing his daughter cry broke his heart. This was his most spoiled daughter. He had always protected her from all the harm in this world and would never let anyone one to hurt her even if it's just a scratch. "Princess what's wrong with you. Why are you crying so much. Don't cry daddy is here." instead of stopping another flood gate was opened and tears flowed without stopping. "I'm so so sorry dad I have been a bad child. I haven't come to see you in all this years. pm sorry"

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

He asked as he raised my chin to look up at him. "You are aware of this, is that why you're here. Where's my phone?" The man tried to move away, as he grasped my hand like I was a thief that he caught, but the drug Sir Adam had given him had more effect on him, and he swiveled me around to face him.

God, they were so predictable. People like her thrived on dragging others down, and when it didn’t work, they got even angrier. Their hatred was their own punishment. I turned away, my smile widening as I slipped a hand into my bag and pulled out my phone. I thumbed the volume higher on my headphones and let the beat of Bad Guy by Billie Eilish pulse through my ears. “I'm that bad type. Make your mama sad type. Make your girlfriend mad tight. Might seduce your dad type

Lucian nodded once and went back to his screen. --- The statement went out at seven twenty-eight. By eight fifteen it had been picked up by every major outlet. By nine it was the framing device for the entire story, which was what it was designed to be. Not Lucian Thorne brought down by collapse. Lucian Thorne who had seen what was coming and stepped back rather than let it take anyone else with it. It wasn't entirely true. It wasn't entirely false either. And it was the story that served the larger truth, which was that Adrian had built something corrupt and patient beneath the surface of legitimate industry and someone had spent four years making sure it couldn't stand.

It takes years to build trust and only a moment to break it. Ayleen wasn't even surprised when she learned that Shanice had tried to kill Serena. She said it was very much expected of her. The woman had gone off the deep end. Excessive of anything is dangerous. Addiction is self-destructive. Shanice had become so addicted to attention and praise that now when people had started to ignore her, she didn't know how to take it. She was so used to having only the best that she now could go to any length to make sure she had it even if it wasn't meant for her.