Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

Have I told you how good It feels to be me When I'm in you I can only stay clean When you are around Don't let me fall, oh no If I close my eyes forever Would it ease the pain Could I breathe again Baby, I'm addicted, I'm out of control (out of control) But you're the drug that keeps me from dying (dying) Maybe I'm a liar but all I really know Is you're the only reason I'm trying (trying) Daniel danced so passionately with her, pulling her close and lifted her by her waist, putting her on his feet. Mani's heart skyrocketed as the great emotion enveloped her inside being. She knows what she is feeling for him is more than like. I'm wasting away I made a million mistakes Am I too late? There's

My eyes stare at the wheel, my hand fists my shirt, then I glance off out the window. I try to do things that are good for me, sometimes. I convince myself that I'm not going to give in again, but when you're addicted to something, who knows. Maybe I don't care anymore. Being hurt is familiar, unlike our moments when he's kind to me. Those moments are more frequent, and I'm worried that I'll grow used to them. Is it wrong to feel grounded when I'm hurting? I don't know anything else. What if I won't like being happy?

And right now, with Seraphina beneath me and daylight streaming through the windows and Elena somewhere in this house, probably awake, probably wondering where I am— I don’t care. That’s the truth of it. The ugly, inexcusable truth. I don’t care. I push her legs apart and she opens for me immediately, already wet, already ready, and when I slide inside her, the rest of the world disappears. This is what addiction feels like, I think dimly as I start to move. Not the high itself, but the way it makes you stop caring about everything you’re destroying to get it. The way it narrows your entire existence down to this one need, this one sensation, until nothing else matters.

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

Dakota POV . . It's f*cking hurt! This mere sacrifice I made just to escape from that gigantic cage. D*mn, my arm's still in pain like b*tch. Purposely slipping on a wet bathroom floor was torture-suicide, I would not recommend it.

"Why are you hanging around here? Take Anna back with you. You should very well know that this is not only what I want, but it's also what your parents want." The smile on Zachary's face stiffened instantly. He grabbed tightly onto Leta's sleeve, trying his best to explain. "Leta, I just let my impulses get the better of me back then. I really didn't mean it. Haven't I been living a quiet and decent life with Anna all these years?" Hearing that, Leta blew up instantly. She shoved Zachary's hand away, questioning furiously, "A quiet and decent life? "Zachary, did you think that I was completely unaware of the taunting messages you sent to Harvey? Or did you think that I wouldn't be able to fi

I wanted to scream, to push him away, to force myself to hate him for this. But I couldn’t. His touch was suffocating, relentless, and yet, it was all-consuming. He was drowning me with every kiss, every movement. “I... I’m not addicted,” I gasped, but the lie felt like sand in my mouth. He chuckled darkly, his grip on my hair tightening. His lips curled into a smirk, one full of knowing and power, as though he could feel my resistance weakening with every passing second. “You’re lying to yourself,” he said softly, dragging his mouth down the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “But it’s okay. We all lie to ourselves when we’re too afraid to face the truth.”

My chest feels raw from the newly unearthed emotions, and I hope that I won’t have a headache with the thoughts circuiting my mind. The sobs continue, and in spite of the pounding of the subwoofer coming from my house, I fear that someone might hear her. Even if the possibility was slim. Not with how the DJseemed to be having a good time as he played track after track. Not with the way the crowd inside was singing aloud to every music. “It would have been better if we had fucked,” she sobs. “At least I would have felt better about losing my friend.” She stumbles through her words in the best way a person could talk and sob.

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"