Addiction Monster Novels & Stories

“Whatever you want to do, I’ll help you. I just want you safe—with me.” Mona didn’t answer. She simply pressed her face against his chest, silently leaning into his warmth. Her addiction usually flared every two or three days. She’d had an episode just the night before, and she’d thought she’d have enough time to hide it from Frank before it struck again. But that night, as they were getting ready to sleep, it hit without warning. The pain tore through her, her body jerking violently. Her eyes rolled back as saliva spilled down her chin. The humiliation of losing control in front of Frank made her want to die.

What I’m becoming is something more dangerous than immortal. I’m becoming an addict. I'm hooked on a drug that only one supplier carries in his cold hands and ancient eyes and teeth that turn my blood into ecstasy. Every human man I look at is lukewarm water. He is fire. I keep the scarves. Keep the long sleeves. Keep the excuses for my pallor and my exhaustion and the small silver dots on my inner wrist that I press during meetings when the memory of his teeth makes me wet at my desk. Some women fall in love with men. I fell in love with a monster.

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.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

As we walked, Tommy explained the game to me. “It's called MonsterGo,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “You open up the app and then monsters pop up on your screen. They can show up anywhere, so you have to run all over town to find them.” Tommy snatched my phone out of my hand and quickly downloaded the game for me. “There, now you can play too,” he said. I shrugged, seeing the game as the perfect opportunity to distract myself from the misery that was job hunting. We ran around the park for a bit and it wasn't long before I caught my first monster. It was called a “Stingly.”

I have come too far to get caught now. I walked back into the bar and straight to the bar. “Give me a whiskey on the rocks and be quick about it,” I said to the bartender. He nodded and returned with my drink immediately. I slammed the drink and asked for another. Damn that woman. I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences.

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

he spat bitterly stopping besides her. He grabbed her by the hair pulling her to her feet " At least he won't ever force himself on me like you monster " she spat back. " since am a monster let me show you what a monster can do " he growled making her shiver in fear, her mind drifted back to the angry Valente she knew. She could feel her body sweat as he drugged her out of the building with a gun pointed at her head that was the only way for the cobra's to make way.

★★JAYDEN★★ I Woke up, how did I end up on my bed. I never know the road to my bed? I opened the bathroom door and got in, picked a tissue to wipe blood from my nose while looking at the mirror... I haven't had a good look at myself for the past few days. I touched my cheek bone. I'm so tired of living, this drug addiction turned me so into a monster and still, I can't do without it. When I think of stopping, I crave for more, my mother will be so sad when she finds out I do drugs.

One of its leg was hurt but didn’t disabled the monster to walked. They realize that they needed to repeat the tactics again. It was effective. Together they simultaneously distracted the monster and throw bombs whenever they had the chance. Unfortunately, their efforts were all not enough. The monster has the capability to healed itself in a short period of time. “oh shit”, Adam uttered. They lost hope and were all tired. The monster was now facing Adam. They looked at each other eye to eye for the first time. Adam now was all tired and all his bullets were used. He has nothing left. Adam knelt down, he thought it was the end of his life.