Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

“Not his. Not anyone else’s.” Adrianna came harder than ever, but a nagging worry stuck. Marcus was petty. And Julian was becoming something she wasn’t ready for. By the end of the week, she was addicted to him. The nice guy who fucked like a god. But the drama was only beginning. Marcus had started spreading rumors at her company.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

Well, that was very bad because more was coming, and I was very sure that he would find it very difficult to bear all that was coming, if he found it very difficult to bear this. Mason fucking Smith would suffer so much pain by my hands, and I was going to make sure I enjoyed every single moment of his agony.

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

Damien It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now? This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.

"I was losing you to a woman who's been dead for six years. There's no competing with that, Alexander. You cannot love someone back from a grief that's already become part of who they are." He said nothing. But something shifted in his face — not the practiced blankness she'd learned to read over three years, but something rawer. The look of a man hearing the truth about himself for the first time and finding he had no argument left against it. She reached for the pen beside the papers. "Don't." His voice came out rough — nothing like the tone he used in boardrooms. "Don't what?" "Sign it tonight." His eyes hadn't moved from her hand. "Not like this. Not because of her."

Yes, Maureen admits she is cheap for being weak in the face of the greatest temptation that greets. The sighs that came out were no longer able to be held back by biting her lips as hard as possible. No matter if it is a friend or even someone's husband, the space that limits her, the tiredness of resisting, Maureen is entangled in an addiction that keeps asking to be satisfied. The pleasure that blew away consciousness made Maureen trapped in distortion. Her body feels lifted high, then fully forced in. Maureen was wide-eyed to find herself clinging naked to Darren's lap. "Don't ask me to stop!" Darren pleaded firmly.

"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.

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.”

At least there is one person in his family who doesn't like her. "The years have been really tough for him," she tells me. The smell of tea was strong on her breath. "Has it really? How so?" I asked, hoping she would share more about the boy I clearly didn't know much about, yet loved him so much. I leaned in closer. "Oh yes, I think you can really help him with his addiction problem, terrible thing. Isla and Garret never knew how to handle it properly." My head inches closer and the wind is knocked out of me. Did I hear her right?