Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

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.

Her cheeks were flashed and her hair sticking on her face, it was like her body was wired automatically to keep running and no stopping not even once. A memory of a gun being fired, hard slaps that sent her in the walls and many nights of unaccepted sex made a sob escape her cherry lips, the pain that came along with such memories was slowly eating up her heart tainting it with darkness. It was too much to bear for her as another sob escaped her lips. Her dress got tangled within her feet helping her to trip on her own legs making her land on her face laying perfectly in the mud.

Just a mere touch from her triggers her addiction. Damn! He needs to take his pills before it get worse. "What's wrong?" She asked. He shook his head in a negative. "My pills, I need them" with that, he rushed in. Bethel trailer behind him. "It's that again, right? Your addiction is starting again?" She asked. Harry flushed in sheer embarrassment,"Yeah, I need to take my pills" "But I thought you said that it stays days before triggering again?" She raised a brow. "It does. Usually, it does. It's..."he bit his lip, not knowing how to tell her the truth. He told her anyway,"It's you, it triggers because of you"

"Then stop this. Stop hurting me. And killing yourself. Let us be away from each other because we are toxic for each other." Dylan chuckled and started to walk towards his living room." I know. We are." He placed her on the sofa and carefully changed the bloody bandage. Also applied ointment on her swollen hand. He stared in her sad eyes. "I know we are toxic for each other. But what should I do. Because no matter what I do. I can't live without this intoxicant." "And this intoxicant is you. My princess." Addiction is bad. But not when you're in love because addiction of love so a healer itself.

It was the innocent child in a black leather jacket with a white shirt. “You did the same thing for me not long ago,” I replied. “Yeah,” Nori agreed, “Sometimes we need someone to just be honest with us and tell us the raw truth with no sugar coating it to wake us up from the hellish nightmare that we placed ourselves into.” "I don't why we love to torture ourselves," I admitted. Nori smiled, "There is something about feeling the pain that we get addicted to." I looked at him, as one of my eyebrows automatically went up.

yeah it was Bella, that means she is the one" having crush on me, that means she loves me, argh, such a jerk he coursed under his breath before walking away It hurts hurts seeing Ella treating me this way, I know it's my fault, but can't she see that am really sorry, the past two weeks had made me realize that I love her Jeremy taught hitting his fist on the desk Jere what the problem, Tracy asked with a worried expression, because he has been molding since Ella left, never mind, see you at home he replied walking out and Tracy struggled

The story began with Samuel and Elena, and they liked each other. Sammy and Elena wanted to marry each other, but they were not born for each other. Sammy and Victoria were made for each other and were born for each other. Both got separated in childhood but got back after 15 years and won her love of life, Samuel. Now everyone is happy. This all happened because of Victoria. When Victoria was married, her relationship was very complicated at first, but she never left Sammy alone because she loved him so much. You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners.

I wanted to change his mind and say that I don't want to marry him, it's just too late, too late when I'm an addict wanting another dose of the drug that only he has and is capable of numbing all my scars. I pull his face caressing the stubble loving the way the cold fades from the dark spheres warming with my touch raising a white flag between us. - Don't lie again. - The sharp voice shakes my mind. - I won't. - Your eyes admire the truth with which I make the promise while my heart corrupts a little more for not being able to fulfill it. The guilt this time doesn't even appear when the strong arms close again, warming my body, inhaling the smell of my hair, erasing the memories, the touche