Novel & Cerita Addiction Web Series

“One stupid piece, but still.” “You know what?” I pause. “I have a confession. I think I have an addiction.” Her eyebrows furrow, “Huh?” “It’s serious,” I sigh. “I’ve never told anyone before, but lately, it’s gotten bad, and I was seeing a few of those indicators in you, so I had to ask.” “What kind of addiction?” “It’s rare, modern medicine can't cure it, I’ve tried everything, but I always relapse.” I softly say, trying my best to appear vulnerable. “It’s called Aeliana.”

I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s a lie. You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time.

Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/ The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 / 7 / 2021 Addiction…. We all have some type of addiction in this world ; from drugs to harmless addictions to bowl of noodles , nevertheless they are addictions. Some are much more serve than others , and… the wonderful thing is that it is visible to any passerby. I say it is wonderful because the person gains support – an alcoholic will gain support from passerby or family members while be vomits up his breakfast. They support them , they identify the person’s addiction and pushes them to get treatment.

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—

He went silent, my words sinking in. Finally, he leaned back and sighed. “I know a nurse. Works intake at the prison. If we slip the right substances into his next checkup, it’ll look like he’s running drugs.” “That’ll be enough?” “With the right records, he won’t see daylight for another ten years.” I hesitated, nausea swirling in my gut. It was ugly. Unethical. But clean hands didn’t survive in my world. I have put my hands on the plough turning back won't be an option at this point

so this girl trick me he course under his breath and ran after her" and then burst into laughter rolling on the field. She found a place to hide herself and she switches on the phone"fuck"password" she stare at the phone angrly wishing that can break it" and Jeremy hug her from behind leaving no space between them, you thought you can delete the picture right he asked while she frowned her face.

"And let him know if he will ever hurt you I'll smash his skull." "Alright, relax you superman." Waniya said laughing skittishly. "Wani, another thing," he spoke in a low voice. "What is it?" "You are not an addict?" He was looking at her cautiously. Waniya gave a sad smile, "I'm not. Don't worry. I just get high when life becomes too much for me but with Ahmed now it feels like too much life would be too less," she spoke dreamily. "Look at you, all gushing," Abraham teased her but deep in his heart he felt empty.

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

I sucked it clean without thinking. “Careful?” He laughed softly. “We’re just getting started. Tomorrow Dad’s working late. Mom has a client meeting. I’ve got more videos queued up. Next lesson—taking it in that tight little ass while you try not to scream my name.” My pussy fluttered again despite the soreness in my throat. The guilt was still there, gnawing at the edges, but the addiction was stronger. I glanced at the laptop screen where the stepsister was still getting her throat used.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.