Addiction Monster Novels & Stories

My teeth sunk into her skin, and I sucked hard while my hand moved to her breast. Fuck. I needed her this bad. This wild repetition… it all started in one night and now it was like an addiction. I groaned, slipping her dress straps off her shoulder, and moving my mouth down to her tits. “You're so fucking good,” I purred, sucking hard on her nipples. “Monster,” she teased. Yes, that was who I was. A monster. A coward. A murderer… a lover. My hands spanned her waist, controlling her movement. I raised my face to her, catching her glances.

Back in Miami, his dear brother handed him over a check for another ten thousand dollars and shut the door on our communications forever; explaining that he shouldn’t talk to him again until he’d started seeing a counselor. No way. He could get over this himself. He rented a small place across the street from Mia to monitor Jax’s stupid activities. When he wasn’t watching him make a fool of himself from his window, he kept his tasks simple—wake up, walk to the store, buy alcohol, go home, drink it, and don’t gamble away the rest of the money. “I’m doing fine.” He stared at the pile of bills that rested on the floor. The money was a constant reminder of his addiction which was the big monster

“Can I get the fuck out?” The woman smiled despite his eyes spitting fire. “I might not be able to understand the grief you carry,” she said evenly, eyes not leaving him. “But I do understand addiction.” Mason leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, mouth set in that familiar dead stare. “Here we go.” “You said the drug made you feel euphoria. Is that what you’re chasing now?” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m chasing silence and now you’re fucking ruining it. I just want to get the hell out of here,” he slurred.

DICE The board members were going on and on about a proposal. They shot two or three questions at me on intervals and I kept my responses as short as possible. For the first time since I officially joined Rex Corp, I was not focused on a business meeting. Just a few hours ago, I had my fingers in a certain blonde's cunt and now I could not get her addictive scent out of my head. I knew this feeling too well. ‘This is how an addiction starts.’ My subconscious alerted me. ‘If the victim gets one taste, he wants more. And more. And more. Until the addiction becomes a basic need.’

The Ampulex is also known as the soul-sucking race because they never stop stealing other people's souls. There was no way a human could escape from them; once they made eye contact with the victim, they would exploit. Once the soul sucker's mouth touches the mortal's lips, the human's soul can be absorbed. Kissing was a method to consume their lives—their soul. Soul suckers are made robust and vibrant by this. The Ampulex became more prominent and more powerful. And astral vampires won't stand by as the soul suckers exhaust their food supply.

"Aron was a teenager, just entered the youthful life and was unstoppable. That time dad gave him permission to roam freely without any protection so he can become strong. But we didn't knew that werewolf hunters will trap him. They took him with them, performed experiments on him and tortured him. We had no idea where they took him. Our whole pack was looking for him for two days. We almost lost the hope of him being alive but then we got his scent and found him in the warehouse, the young boy was scared and Bitten. Since then Aron hate humans. When he became stronger he hunt down every men who caused him pain, he killed their families in front of them and gave them worst death possible..."

I was descending the hallway of the hotel, and for the first time in my life, I was helpless. I banged on doors, desperate for help. The drug was taking over me, making me gasp for air. That fucking pair drugged me without checking the dosage. I went on banging, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed in front of a room, my skin burning.

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

It was Moon Dust. She froze as the reality hit her like a physical blow. Tristan wasn’t trafficking she-wolves, but he was doing something arguably worse—he was distributing, or perhaps even manufacturing, Moon Dust. The drug was a plague on the werewolf community. It provided a brief, lethal euphoria while slowly rotting the brain. Wolves addicted to the Dust lost their grip on reality; they could kill their own mates without even blinking. And Tristan was the one fueling this hell.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.