Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

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?"

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…

The destroyed expression she took on made Whitney’s plump lower lip tremble as she slowly began shaking her head from side to side. “N-no...H-Hollis? Whatever you’re about to say...I can fix this! Alright!??” If you let her in, she'll make you give us up again. What are you waiting for? DO IT so you can leave already. “I don’t think this is going to work out, Whitney. You’re right...I’m a fucking addict after it’s all said and done. I’ve lied and manipulated everyone around me for years. I don’t want you to get sucked down any more than you already have because of me. Look at you; You’re...like this great, grand painting...too good to be true. I want to be apart of your picture so bad, but I

…Cause the cure is found in you, I don't want it, but I do… You're my problem and my solution at the same time. …You're just like poison My affliction, I'm addicted, I can't lie… But everything about us is a lie. The only person I can't lie to is myself. …Kiss me one more time before I die… Kiss me one more time before I leave..."

Damien It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now? This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.

Day said quietly. “It’s fucked. We are fucked, because if either of us was going to walk away, it was going to be me. But I can’t. Not now. I’m more than addicted to him,” I whispered. “Talking to him just now made me realize. Addiction hurts, but not this much. Addiction doesn’t slice your soul in two if you’re apart.” My best friend took a deep breath. I knew. She knew. I looked Mish in the eye, too afraid to meet my best friend’s gaze. “For some awful reason, I am completely in love with the guy. And emotion and addiction don’t go well together. It’s as painful as it is pleasurable, but I can’t stop.”

He pulled me close to himself and allowed me to cry until I didn't have the strength to. If I had focused on our relationship, I wouldn't have become a drug addict. I was young and wild, and the urge to try out so many things overwhelmed me. Luckily I got a good man but tossed him aside because of a college dick, yet, the same man I hurt deeply is the same person who is trying to help me heal. Karma was a bitter bitch. I had to tell him the truth straight up. He deserved it and I didn't mind the judgment he'd pass at me.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"