Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

On the other hand, the pain of being deprived of the truth for so long was difficult to overcome. "Bernardo, I don't think I can forgive you right away. The pain and disappointment are still very strong," I admitted, my trembling voice. He nodded, understanding my words. "I understand, Giulia. I will be here, respecting your time and your decisions. If you ever feel that you can forgive me, I will be here to listen and face the consequences of my actions," he said, his voice full of sincerity.

“You saw the surface. Now you’re starting to understand what’s underneath.” “And you’re part of that.” “Yes.” No hesitation. No denial. Just truth. “That makes things easier,” I said. “It doesn’t.” “It does,” I replied. “Because now I know where to focus.” “And where is that?” “You.” Another pause. Longer this time. “That’s a mistake,” she said. “We’ve been over this.” “You don’t listen.” “I listen,” I said. “I just don’t follow.” “That’s going to cost you.” “I can afford it.”

"Day three." "I resurface," Lucian said. "Publicly. It needs to look like I've accepted the loss and I'm moving on. Something that confirms to Adrian I'm no longer a variable." "You'd be drawing attention back to yourself." "Controlled attention. The kind that makes him feel safe enough to move." Kael closed the folder. The servers hummed against the wall. Outside the high windows the afternoon light was already changing, the city moving toward evening without any awareness of what was being assembled in this room.

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

The pain made my pussy throb with need. He licked the blood from my skin and bit again in a different spot. “You crave this now, don’t you?” he asked, his voice rough. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside my wet cunt. “Yes… I crave the pain. It makes me feel alive.” He added a third finger, stretching me open. My hips bucked up to meet his hand. The echoes in my head grew louder, turning into something like addiction. I needed him to hurt me and fuck me at the same time.

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

she directs that sharp gaze at me. We've fought over the pain pill issue since I came home. I saw so many guys get addicted to them. They used them to block the pain both physical and emotional, and then they couldn't live without them. I don't ever want that to be me. I already know from having a taste of Blaze, I have a fucking addictive personality. Even though I went on dates with other women while we were broken up, I did it to make her jealous in hopes it would show her she missed me. The truth? Since the moment I met her, there's never been anyone else for me except her.

I dragged in a ragged breath, water dripping from my hair, and let the truth settle heavy in my gut. I wasn’t just ruined. I was fucking addicted. And Monday , when she pretended to be polite and distant again, I’d still hear every single one of those moans echoing in my head. Waiting for the next time I got to wreck her all over again.