Addiction Novels & Stories

"He's not addicted." "Yes, he is. He follows you like a wolf follows a trail. He can't stop himself. It's like he needs to be near you to breathe. It's like you're air and he's been drowning his whole life. You're the only thing that keeps him alive. You're the only thing that matters to him. You're his entire world. You're his everything. You're his reason to wake up in the morning. You're his reason to hope."

My body is twitching involuntarily, warning me how close I am to having an anxiety attack. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown with all this shit. All of this affects me greatly and even more so as I'm in abstinence. My body begins to crave the drug and the need to consume something becomes stronger and stronger. All because of Anna, since that time I've become a fucking addict. I reach into my pocket for the pack of cigarettes I always carry with me, however, when I take it out I realize that I have already finished with all the contents of it.

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?"

"You're probably the only girl in this entire school who thinks that. You know, most girls would be dying to be sitting on a plastic chair next to me." "Yeah, and I'd rather die," I scoffed. "The more you offend me, the more I think you're in denial that you find me attractive. I'm telling you, the first step to addiction is admitting you have a problem." "And what is my problem?" "Your problem is that you find me so handsome that it's addictive, so you feel the need to offend me as a way to convince yourself otherwise." "If that helps you sleep at night," I laughed.

Then he asked, "Eunice, can we hang out to get to know each other? I promise to be sober, just tonight." He said it in a snap, and I was taken aback. "Uh, just give me a minute to think about what you said," I said. "Come on, Eunice, it's a big deal. I promise to stay sober," he said, and I agreed. "Okay, where do you want us to go?" I asked. "Anywhere you want. I don't know any fancy places. I haven't hung out with a girl like you before," he said, and I smiled.

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

Xavion held her by waist and rolled themself making her Hover over him. "I thought you are sore..." He asked with smirk. "I don't care..." She breathed out and latched on his neck. That's what he wanted, he knew that marking and mating will make their bond unbreakable. Marking was the main reason that eira can't resist their bond now. She was addicted to his touch and presence, exactly the way he wants her to be. Just put a spark and fire will automatically ignite in her, he was experiencing this now.

“It’s not about allowing myself. I can’t help it. He’s the center of my world. Hell, he’s the center of my whole damn universe, and all I can do is hold on to his gravitational pull while I spin out of control.” “You can help it. Of course you can. It’s your decision, and you have control because you’re aware of it. You’re in the position where you can grab your addiction by the balls and deal with it.” “Is that professional lingo, Doctor? Grabbing addiction by the balls?” He half-grinned. “If it’s not, it should be. It’s a very clear instruction, don’t you agree?” “I do agree. And technically, that’s what I want to do. I just w