Addiction Novels & Stories

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Addiction. A biopsychosocial disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences. A variety of complex neurbiological and psychosocial factors are implicated in the development of addiction, with the predominant paradigm among researchers in the United States being the Brain Disease model, though debate exists within the field over relative contribution of any given factor. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a vicabularian or anything related and my brain is still trying to process all of that. I had to search up all of that shit I said earlier about addiction<

I didn’t have any kinks. I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you.

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It causes a serious leakage of vital energy. This kind of compulsive thinking is actually an addiction. What characterizes an addiction? Quite simply this: you no longer feel that you have the choice to stop. It seems stronger than you. It also gives you a false sense of pleasure, pleasure that invariably turns into pain. ' Why should we be addicted to thinking? Because you are identified with it, which means that you derive your sense of self from the content and activity of your mind.

“You think you do, but that’s the withdrawal talking, not you.” She writhes, twisting in my hold, thrashing like she needs to move, to run, like every inch of her is screaming to chase the high she’s been conditioned to believe she needs. Fuck. This isn’t just some minor withdrawal. This is fucking addiction. Her whole body is breaking down, nerves firing off in every fucking direction, mind unraveling, losing itself in the panic, the paranoia, the itching need for something to make it stop.

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.

*** ~~~ 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.

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.