Novel & Cerita Addiction Monster

Cassie walked through the whole street of New york city like a lost puppy. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. This can't be true, what she saw was just a dream, a nightmare. That was what she wanted to believe but deep down she was finding it hard to digest. Everything, everything she witnessed kept replying in her head and it made her feel disgusting, made her feel helpless and hopeless. "Are you planning to kill yourself?" Miguel asked in a cold tone, when he noticed that the girl he saved few minutes ago was planning on killing herselfherself by walking in the middle of the road.

I tried to avoid her these past few days but just a hint of interest in me has me going back to square one. I pull back and search her eyes. "Why did you stop?" She pants on a whisper. Holy shit. Did she just urge me to go on? "With tongue?" I asks and her eyes move to my lips. She shakes her head in a yes and I'm a gone man. I eat at her like it's my last. I bite, nibble,lick and pull at her lips and suck on her tongue. Mona is a drug, a drug that I never want to stop, she's an addiction, my addicted.

“Well, let’s face it… I’m a monster without equal.” Monster. It was only a word, he told himself then, as it seemed to echo hard in him, recalling his past. ‘It’s just a word. It means nothing.’ “You’re a man who assumes that his will is sufficient permission to do anything he likes, sir,” Addison said slowly as if she were considering each word carefully. “There are no consequences for the things you do.” She reached for her tea and poured some into her cup. Her gaze flicked to his, then away.

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

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."

It shouldn’t even exist anymore it was supposed to be gone, erased, rebranded years ago as Texas Care Hospital. “Dr. Adrian?” she muttered, fumbling for her phone and calling him. No response. She tried again. Straight to voicemail. A sudden ping pulled her eyes back to the screen. The code had stopped. The window dissolved into a dark chatbox. At the top corner: User: GreyWolf A new message appeared. GreyWolf: You’re just like your mother. But I wish you’d take after the part she feared. Aria froze. Then, swallowing her nerves, she typed back.

It was the fact of dependence and addiction faster than normal drugs and then orgies but the evil came quickly the power omega pheromones. Like Poison Ivy, the villain went to nightclubs, to which all addicts became orgy centers, but soon after everything went away, the adrenaline and soon the nightmare returned to reality.

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

He had used his Vane influence to buy up the foundation's debt overnight, just so I could have the pleasure of firing the men who had enabled my nightmare. "You have ten minutes to clear your desks," I told the silent room. "The 'Monster' is officially out of business. If you’re still here when the clock strikes ten, the police will be waiting downstairs with a list of every bribe you’ve ever paid." I didn't wait for them to answer. I picked up Leo, turned my back on the billion-dollar table, and walked out. I was no longer a patient. I was no longer a secret. I was the woman who had burned the monster's house down and built a playground on the ashes.

“Tell your girls how much you loved being our toy tonight.” Michael returned to Mirabel and Mitchelle’s apartment physically destroyed and mentally fractured. The bet had raised the stakes dangerously high and with every intense session, Michael felt himself slipping deeper into the dark addiction he could no longer deny.