Addiction Novels & Stories

Mason snapped his gaze at Ragnar and shrugged. "This type of behavior of yours is so unlike you," Ragnar said and Mason huffed, throwing the papers at Leo's side as he leaned back on the couch and put his boots on the table beside the scattered papers, making Leo shoot him a glare. "Everything is unlike me nowadays." "Uh-huh, what's the matter?" Ragnar asked. "Addiction is going too hard." "Well, isn't it exciting? You love it when it goes hard." Ragnar stated one of the facts about Mason.

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!

I walk around, eyes blank, pussy dripping, mind filled with one thing— His cock. I want it. I need it. Thick. Deep. Ruthless. Shoved down my pussy again and again until I’m clawing at the sheets and screaming his name. This addiction… he warned me about it. “I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you think about is my cock.” He said that. And fuck, he wasn’t lying. He’s all I think about. I try to clean.. or even concentrate on my kitchen work. I try to sleep. I try to breathe—

And right now, with Seraphina beneath me and daylight streaming through the windows and Elena somewhere in this house, probably awake, probably wondering where I am— I don’t care. That’s the truth of it. The ugly, inexcusable truth. I don’t care. I push her legs apart and she opens for me immediately, already wet, already ready, and when I slide inside her, the rest of the world disappears. This is what addiction feels like, I think dimly as I start to move. Not the high itself, but the way it makes you stop caring about everything you’re destroying to get it. The way it narrows your entire existence down to this one need, this one sensation, until nothing els

Background histories. Women. Dozens of them. Tiana’s breath caught. “What is this?” Lucas scrolled. “They all have something in common. Financial hardship. Family tragedy. Health issues. Emotional vulnerability.” Her stomach dropped. “He’s been selecting candidates,” she whispered. “For what?” Vince asked. Lucas looked grim. “Psychological influence. Controlled proximity. He was trying to find someone who could get close to you.” The realization hit like a physical blow. “I wasn’t the only one,” Tiana said.

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

When that addiction nudges at the back of my mind. We all have something we’re addicted to. For some people, it’s alcohol or drugs. For some people, it’s real things that are tangible. Things you can physically touch and taste and see. For other people, they’re addicted to less visible things. They’re addicted to feelings and sensational things that can slip away easily as water can run through their fingers. That’s me. That’s my downfall. The things many people take for granted, the things they don’t always recognize are there—they’re the things I’m addicted to; Intimacy Connection and Love.

And there is never an option to return- you can only move forward, willingly or not. Addiction is not just a disease. It is a mentality that latches unto an individual for as long as is possible, unwilling to let go. Like a leech, it is never satisfied- its tentacles are buried deep within the crevices of the mind, with only one word on repeat- more. Addiction turns you into your worst enemy, your bane, and the architect of your own misfortune. It demands control and seizes it by force. And until it is satisfied, you will know no peace- confined to your psychological hell.