Addiction Web Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, it's a pretty sad story. Back in high school I had a drug addiction. When my father found out, he sent me to rehab. I often used to run away cause I needed to take care of Adrian. Little did I know she learnt how to do drugs from me. "When she had a cardiac arrest one day, I kinda woke up. I needed to be there for her. I needed to quit. So I quit drugs and cooking just stole my heart. I cooked to entertain myself and to cheer up Adrian. I've been clean for thirteen years now and I'm proud." "Wow, what a story. Must've been a tough journey," I commented. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, it was." After dinner we had dessert. "What is this?" I asked.

Her words pierced through his denial, planting the seed of accountability. The spiral continued, yet cracks of hope appeared. Tshepo began attending support meetings, albeit reluctantly at first. Each session was a battle against shame, fear, and ingrained habits. He faced stories of people whose lives had been destroyed, confronted the financial and emotional wreckage of his own making, and slowly began to recognize the patterns that had fueled his addiction.

“Stupid soul… wonder how much power these people actually have. Even my father fears them. This is insane.” His assistant whispered, “Sir, your blood pressure—” “Don’t talk about my blood pressure,” Damian snapped. “Talk about how to fix this fucking mess.” He loosened his collar and kept working, hands flying across keyboards, eyes locked on the flickering numbers. Every second counted. Meanwhile, across the city, Aria sat curled on her bed, her laptop open, her world spinning. Tears streaked her face. Her voice trembled as she whispered to herself, “It can’t be… It just can’t.”

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

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 whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

The sheets got stained with my semen. I rolled beside her, pulling her closer to me. “I don't know what I am going to do now.” Luna looked up, “What do you mean?” I smiled, “I'm addicted to you, baby. I don't think I can have enough of you ever.” Luna giggled, and cupping my face she kissed me gently. My heart hammered inside my chest, and it only got whenever I hit the gym. Her one kiss simply made the organ beat. “You are a tempting man yourself, Mr. Aaron.”