Addiction Monster Novels & Stories

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

Did she mean me? When she hung up, she grinned. “There's a monster heading straight for us. Want to help us take it down?” "Did we just encounter another monster?" I asked, my heart pounding. "You know, like a really big, scary creature? Maybe something that used to be a wolf, but now it's gigantic?" “Yes, have you seen one before?” “Not really but this monster could get pissed off if we try to harm it.” "I understand. We're going to try to help them return to normal and bring them down as humanly possible. Our healer has special skills in dealing with the effects of this drug.”

“The world will be a better place once they are all in jail.” Crow stepped up and put his hand on Kizzy’s shoulder. “I can try and find the money you lost, if you like. I do a bit of hacking every once and a while.” Monster looked up at him. “I thought you were sleeping, bird man.” Crow shrugged as he stared at his very large MC brother. “Too pissed to sleep, Monster man.” “Now look,” Monster began. “I had a concussion, ok?” Crow looked surprised. “What?”

I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s a lie. You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time.

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. .....................................................

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.