Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

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.

Nevaeh asked. “Because I need you.” “You need me? It didn’t seem like that the last time we talked…” “You were right when you said that I couldn’t keep living my life the way I always had, Neve. I treat everything like it’s temporary and try to shield myself from disappointment. But you were never temporary… When you left me alone on that sidewalk… I found myself unable to function like before.” “I never meant to hurt you, Aiden.” “I know, Neve. I didn’t mean to hurt you, either, but I did… I hurt the one I love the most…”

Now I was hurt and angry “You want the truth?” “Yes tell me the truth, I need to know” “I’m addicted to you, I want your body every time I look at you or hear your voice, I want to make love to you over and over again non stop, so I came down here because I missed your body, and because I wanted this to be a good bye of whatever pleasure we both share, I don’t think forgetting about your body against mine is possible, but that does not mean I love you”

His voice was a gentle lullaby. "I'm so sorry," she said, kissing his neck as he swallowed thickly. "I... I want to mark you, Luca, but I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt again," She whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks freely. "But my selfishness is hurting you," She chewed on her bottom lip. "It's not like that. Don't blame yourself. I could forever wait for you, Angel. You're my sinless, addictive conquest." He said, kissing her cheek as she pulled back to look at him.

“Dear, the air in here is so stuffy. The baby and I can barely breathe.” Benedict stopped in his tracks immediately. He lifted her into his arms anxiously. His voice echoed through the empty warehouse as he said, “El, just cooperate with the treatment. Do what the doctors say.” The heavy warehouse door clanged shut. Darkness swallowed the light. I shut my eyes and gave up. The bullies let out a cold laugh and dragged me toward the electroshock machine. A powerful current ripped through my body. As I convulsed and screamed, they filmed the whole scene with their phones.

he rasped, the soft pillows he called lips brushing over mine, "you're like my personal brand of Heaven. I know I shouldn't have you but I always want you." I gripped the edge of the island. His admission only had my insides clenching. He was my personal brand of Hell and I constantly wanted him. Did that make me addicted too? If so, I never wanted to give up this addiction. "Then have me," I breathed, meaning the words. "And go against principle?" He grimaced, meeting my gaze again with anger swirling in the depths of his hard eyes, "I told you, if you want me to make this pretty, little pussy come, you're going to have to tell me the truth."

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

Oh my God. It hurts like hell. I knew it would hurt but not this much. Is he enjoying this? How can he like it while I hate it so much? I'm ready for him to stop but I'm scared that if he moves, he'll make it worse. His finger brushes my temple and I realize I'm crying. Shit. I close my eyes. Maybe this is the reason guys aren't into virgins. A few minutes ago I wanted this so badly but now I wonder if it'll always be like this. I've heard sex hurts for some people. Maybe I'm one of those. My lip trembles as I open my mouth and try to tell Dante to stop. I don't think I can do this, at least not today.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r