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.

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

Overview Lyrics Listen People also search for Main results My truth is heavy as I choke Complacent as I struggle to breathe Your news, wrapped around my throat Confession, never wanna be the nameless, the faceless The godless, the racist, the helpless, the loveless The voice of the faithless I choose to sever all my suffering Until then I'm 10 seconds from panic Hey, hey I can't escape it I'm 10 seconds from panic again No, no nothing could help me live through this

"I am..." "...But I don't care. I still like you just like that. Fake. Hateful. Mean. When you lie and say the most hurtful things, I still want you. They are your flaws and they make you all the more real. So go ahead little rabbit, say all the hurtful things you can, do everything you can to push me away, I can take it. I'll probably ask for more If it's you"

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

My tears are flowing but he just stared at me ruthlessly, immobile and cold. I wanted to slap him and hurt him but I was too weak. I was lost these past days. I'm hurt and tired. He was the first person I expected to hug me in the midst of pain, how could he himself be able to hurt me like this? "Call me whatever you want, Audrey. But this is the best for both of us–" "How can you say that it's the best for me when I'm hurting ?!" "Should I be responsible for your feelings?"