Addiction Monster Novels & Stories

“One stupid piece, but still.” “You know what?” I pause. “I have a confession. I think I have an addiction.” Her eyebrows furrow, “Huh?” “It’s serious,” I sigh. “I’ve never told anyone before, but lately, it’s gotten bad, and I was seeing a few of those indicators in you, so I had to ask.” “What kind of addiction?” “It’s rare, modern medicine can't cure it, I’ve tried everything, but I always relapse.” I softly say, trying my best to appear vulnerable. “It’s called Aeliana.”

She rubbed her foot in slow, circular motions, massaging me, teasing me right there in front of God and everyone. My cock throbbed, swelling rapidly, straining against the denim. The danger of it—the sheer, reckless insanity of getting jerked off by my cousin's foot while my mother sat two feet away—was fueling my addiction like gasoline on a fire. My mind screamed stop, but my body was screaming more. "I think it takes a very strong man to know what he wants and deny himself," Mira continued, taking a bite of a strawberry. She licked a drop of juice from her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. "But eventually, everyone breaks. Don't you think?"

I followed, though every nerve screamed to run. “We can’t stop it. The Virus is circulating now, Dennise. Not just in the black markets where humans illegally trade powder and organs. It seeps into human veins, turning addicts into thrashing monsters who burn themselves out in hours. The whispers on the street call it ‘the fire that eats the soul.’” I swallowed hard. Images of the rabids flashed in my mind. Human addicts, twisted into beasts, dying in alleys. Valentina’s gaze slid sideways toward me.

THBM EP 157 ~DOMINIC~ I had never been addicted to anything or anyone, so I never knew and expected how notoriously and nefariously painful withdrawal felt. How fucking restless I'd become if I lost a pet, how empty the house would feel, how cold it'd been all along before my little pet came along, how much I had slept and hoped to wake up the next day just to see that pretty little face that housed a small mouth that felt so fucking good around my cock. How much I would skitter down the road of destruction if the day ever came when I'd have to lose my pet, how berserk I'd go.

She could see his muscles and bones exposed from the open wounds. The pain of seeing Maddox like that turned to anger at the monster in front of her. She wiped her face, stood tall, and pulled her shoulders back. She looked at the announcer with determination. “You hurt my friends and my family. Now you're complaining because your plan backfired. Of course, it did! I'm not a monster like you! I have a heart, and it's good! That man over there that you tried to break is my Alpha, and he has my heart just like my angel has my heart. You, you disgusting and vile pig, will never have my heart or my hand! Burn in hell fucker!” Addison said before her tongue rolled with the words of a spell as she

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

The moment her fingers touched it, Lora pulled it back slightly. "Oh wait," she said loudly. "How do I know you won't use this to buy drugs? That's how you spent your inheritance, isn't it? Samuel told me all about your... habits." Fresh gasps rippled through the room. Now she was not just a thief but an addict too? "I've never used drugs in my life," Mona said, her voice breaking. "You know that's not true." "Denial is part of addiction," Samuel said gravely. "Another thing the doctors explained to us."

I mumbled. "You said for just today?" She cocked her eyebrows, looking at me in amusement. "That's what every addict says." I shook my head, looking away from her. I felt ashamed for falling back into the hole that I swore I would never fall into. "Hey, don't beat yourself up. You deserve to have fun. Besides, this will help with your plan. It will give you a little push, and then when you are ready, you will stop." I looked at her. "I'm going to be a monster."