Addiction Web Series Novels & Stories

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

"If he dies now, we lose the location of the other hibrida pods. He isn't just a scientist. He’s a map." Sora looked at Aidan. The man was pathetic, a broken puppet of his own ambition. The urge to snap his neck was almost a physical craving, a hunger that screamed in Sora’s marrow. But he felt Vardan’s presence—a heavy, grounding heat that pulled him back from the edge of the void.

I gasped. "What?!" "I will talk to you later"I ran out of the class and went to search for Bryan and Jabson and luckily I found them at the school backyard. "Hey guys"I greeted but the both of them just snub me but I ignore that. "I think I know what really happened"I said and they both exchange glance before looking at me. "Know what? Your addiction occurred because you got injected with large dose of Vulgar last night"I said and Bryan punch Jabson in the face making me gasped.

"Leading to you to ask her to move in with you, already?" "I know most would say I'm moving way too fast but I just can't be patient with her. I tried to stay far away from her but she makes it so hard to do anything that doesn't have her in it. She's like a fucking addiction, and at the start, you never thought you would go back at it but soon you find yourself not being able to live without it and there's no rehab for it because it's not even an addiction, it's something that's apart of you." Chris was quiet for a long time looking at me before he took a sip of his refilled drink and I saw his body shake with laughter.

Lucian nodded once and went back to his screen. --- The statement went out at seven twenty-eight. By eight fifteen it had been picked up by every major outlet. By nine it was the framing device for the entire story, which was what it was designed to be. Not Lucian Thorne brought down by collapse. Lucian Thorne who had seen what was coming and stepped back rather than let it take anyone else with it. It wasn't entirely true. It wasn't entirely false either. And it was the story that served the larger truth, which was that Adrian had built something corrupt and patient beneath the surface of legitimate industry and someone had spent four years making sure it couldn't stand.

Over the past three years, he had spent many nights like this, staring at the screen, waiting for a response and waiting for her to come home. Every time the screen lit up, he felt a reflexive surge of hope. Every time it wasn't her, he would silently swallow the disappointment. But now, looking at the unchanging chat window, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He felt like an addict who'd survived the painful withdrawal pangs and was finally free from the clutches of his addiction, able to see and think clearly now. He pressed down on the screen, and a menu popped up. Without any hesitation, he unpinned the chat.

Brayden remarked, looking at her curiously. “He is a good man. Gambling addiction is like any other, it’s addiction. It’s not something you really choose. Maybe you made that first choice but fell hard and as much as you try to pick yourself up you just don’t seem to have the strength to stay standing for long. Somehow you keep falling down. It takes a lot to climb out of such a soul gripping pit.” Meredith was looking at Brayden in the eyes as she talked but she didn’t realize what she was saying until it had all been said.

WU Addiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel. ~ Wu is a softie. Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.

“If you choose your addiction over the people who love you, myself included, I can’t talk to you anymore. There’s no way I’ll stand by while you keep killing yourself. Do better, I know you can. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but it feels so much less alone when you have a friend who gets it. Let’s recover together.” “Just stop...please.” Hollis wanted to block everything out. She contemplated digging her own eyeballs out of their sockets if it meant everyone would quit talking. She didn’t get what the big deal was. This was her issue, not their’s. Hollis showed up for work and kept up appearances. So what if she got high? It was the only time she had to feel numb. Nina was next.

Somewhere deep within the shadows far from the eyes of the world, you never know what would ever happen.. Addiction turns into obsession, obsession turns into Insanity. .... Warning: Violence. AXEL GRAY P.O.V .... "Take this bastard away from here right now, straight to the station, he mustn't be spared" "Don't worry sir, we would make sure he get wants coming to him" "How could you let a cheap disgusting man step into this forsaken place under your fucking noses even though he drugged the woman with him"