Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

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.

Not someone sensible. Yet no one else has ever made me feel like this. The comparison slips in uninvited. Is this how addiction feels? Loving the very thing that is destroying you? Like Aria and that awful cheese in a can. A solution would be nice, but there is none. Being with a man who hides the truth is not possible. Secrets rot everything they touch. That has to be true, right?

“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

It's ridiculous the power that the other has over your thoughts and actions, ridiculous and scary, like a fucking addiction. Worse than nicotine and alcohol. The most vicious drug is unrequited feeling. You keep on loving even when it hurts, hurts, and hurts. There is no advertisement that warns you against love, much less a brochure informing you about the risks of falling in love. This drug makes you reclusive, mercilessly hostage and breaks you inside. Irremediable. No surgery. Addiction is something that has always been with me, Octávio probed about the subject in our first session and I almost said that it was an old subject and everything came from my maternal need. Well, that's what m