Addiction Web Series Novels & Stories

I went downstairs, sat alone in the living room, the house was unusually quiet, I lazily dragged the remote to myself, and as usual I turned on my favorite TV series but instead it added to my depression, no matter how many times I watched the show, it always ends up with the same ending, the boy was left alone at the end, he lost every fucking person that he loved, he couldn't boast of one person that genuinely love him not even his family, I was blankly staring at the TV when the remote was taken away from me, and that's when I jolted back to reality, I look up and saw that Eden is here already, “Don't tell me you're watching this fucked up show again” He muttered and sat beside me “Come o

“You'll be working at Arthdal Strike." My heart felt like it’d burst out of my chest any second now as my gaze trailed from his face to the paper he held. My eyes widened as I read the contract. "A strip club? Uncle Jackson, no!" He grasped my arm, his grip tight as he stood up. "It's the only way, Ari. They'll pay off half of our debts, and you'll be set for life from the huge tips you get after eight months or a year." A fucking year?!

We came together, then switched, then scissored with the machines still running beside us for background stimulation. The addiction only deepened. Days with clients fed our hunger for real cock and the thrill of being paid fortunes to be filthy. Quiet days let us indulge in pure, selfish pleasure with each other and our growing collection of toys. We were never bored. Never satisfied for long. Our pussies stayed constantly ready—smooth, juicy, and aching to be filled. One evening after a particularly lucrative gangbang with seven executives, we lay in bed counting another enormous payout. Mom kissed my forehead and whispered, “I adopted the perfect daughter. Look at us now. Rich. Free. Addic

“They’re into everything you can imagine—arms dealing, human trafficking, drug empires. They’re the kings of the underworld. The allure is undeniable, but they leave a trail of destruction wherever they go. Not even the hounds of hell have such a huge love for carnage and power as they do.” These thoughts consumed my mind as I walked into the house after my shift. I arrived home and my mother was breathing down my father's throat, grabbing his shirt, and raining curses on him in the living room. It all had to do with his refusal to reconnect with his "rich" family. I didn't know the full story, and I wasn't about to stick around and find out.

He pushed two fingers into me without warning, curling them perfectly while he bit down on my other thigh. The stretch mixed with the bite made me cry out, hips bucking. Rowan laughed softly and bit my jaw. “Tell us exactly how addicted you are, Noah. Loud. We want to hear you admit it while we’re wrecking you.” I was trembling, sweat sliding down my chest from the fire and their bodies. Fresh dark marks were blooming all over me — purple on my neck, red on my chest, clear handprints on my hips and thighs. “I’m addicted,” I moaned out, no shame left in me.

He sits up and pulls off my top, leaving my breasts bare. My nipples are hard, standing tight, begging for him. “Damn!” Adam exclaims before taking my breasts into his mouth. Heat engulfs me as he sucks and nibbles, his hand fumbling with my other breast. The sensation is heaven, and my pussy throbs harder, wetness soaking the sofa beneath me. Adam kisses his way up, from my breasts to my ears. “Baby,” he whispers, “I know you’re drunk. But I’m gonna give you something else to get drunk on. I’m gonna give you a new kind of addiction.”

"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."

It all started while I was in boarding school and I will be bullied by my senior at school, they force me to have sex with me be it senior girls or boys, they tried all kind of sex styles with me and I became addicted to Multiple sex, when I got into the university my room mate was bisexual snd also abusive because he came from a broken home so it was easy adapting to his lifestyle, we did so many kind of things all together and it was so hard for me to adapt not having to beat a man or a woman before having sex with them. My parents had tried taking me for therapy but I just couldn't even help it, It was hard fighting. Addiction is such a serious case that is so hard to battle maybe if my

She’d told him about Lowell’s attempts at recovery, about his inevitable falls from grace. She’d told him about the way it had been before, when she’d worked in other jobs, and had dropped them to rush to Lowell’s side, only to find herself heartbroken and lied to, again and again. And occasionally sacked, to boot. Addison had told him about the good times peppered in with the bad. About how close she’d been to her twin once, how for a long time the only thing they’d had in the world had been each other. “But that wasn’t quite true, because he also had his addictions,” she’d continued. “And he always surrendered to them, eventually. No matter how much he claimed he didn’t want to. And then,

As Charles exhaled, he looked Tony dead in the eye. "I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone else that comes through these doors without firsthand knowledge of the struggle- and yes I struggle with addiction too. Addiction is not purely selfishness. There is indeed a physical component- do not mistake me, willpower and the desire to change are the cure. An addict becomes an addict at first because they have the brain chemistry conducive to euphoria. That's why only some become addicts after injuries and pain killers. That's why addicts get dope sick too.