Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

“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.

I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail It's stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel Sometimes I don't know how to feel Let's be for real If it wasn't for the pills, I wouldn't be here But if I keep taking these pills, I won't be here, yeah I just told

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.

I get off of the couch and begin to walk around Maddie's house. "You're drunk," is all he says. "I know," I respond and smile sadly. I could see Maddie's eyes follow me as I walk around the room. "I hate you," I whisper into the phone and tears that I didn't know I was making were already falling down my face as I say those words. All he does is breathe into the phone and I count five deep breathes out before I talk again. "You hurt me so much, Isaac. All that you do is hurt me, Zac. I can't sleep without you anymore, so fuck you. I just want you to hold me," I sob into the phone.

My heart gave a traitorous skip as the memory of him flashed through my mind. Her eyes widened. I leaned in, our shoulders touching, my voice barely a whisper. “Lu… be honest with me.” I glanced toward the stairs before looking back at her. “Is it normal for it to feel this… addictive?” Lucia didn’t just look shocked; she looked like I’d just told her the sun was rising in the west. Her mouth hung open as she searched my face. “What do you mean, addictive?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, the embarrassment fighting with a sudden, giddy rush of happiness. It felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it out loud. “It’s like a drug. It just feels so good.”

My fingers kept moving, slow circles over the swollen head. “You love me too much to watch me stop breathing. More than you ever loved her. Everything you couldn’t give her—every dark thing, every brutal thing—you’ve already poured into me. You’ve fucked me raw in ways you never dared with her. You’ve bruised me, marked me, made me cry and beg and come so hard I black out. And you’d give me more. Because I can take it. I crave it. I come harder when you hurt me just right. I beg louder when you remind me I’m nothing without your cock splitting me open. I’m addicted to the way you own me, break me, rebuild me around your dick.”

"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."