Addictive By Truth Hurts Novels & Stories

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.”

I have to tell Dad, he has to know the truth” My heart sank. "Camilla, please... don't." I begged, my voice shaking. "Why shouldn't I? You're addicted to cocaine and other sorts of drugs I don't even know about. What if you hurt yourself or someone else? your already Hurting yourself" Camilla's voice rose. I grasped her arms, desperation creeping in. "Camilla, listen... I'll seek help, I promise. Just don't tell Gabe... not now. Just give me time “

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?"

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

I whispered, the words tearing their way out as if they could somehow undo the damage. This pull, this hunger—I had tried to deny it, but it wasn’t lust or desire. It was something darker, an addiction that clouded my judgment, blurred lines I once thought unbreakable. If you think knowing the truth made it any easier, you are wrong. If anything, it cut deeper, made it harder for me.

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

“I will not be the place where you tell the truth because you are too afraid to carry it anywhere brighter. If that is what this is, say it now, and I will leave before I become stupid enough to forgive it.” Adrian’s breath clouds faintly in the cold air. “I do not know how to be honest yet,” he says. The answer hurts because it is not enough. Julian looks down. Adrian continues, rougher now. “I know that is not what you want to hear. It is not what I want to say. I do not know how to undo my life without hurting people. I do not know how to stand in front of my father, Celeste, the board, her family, and tear the structure down without making everyone bleed from it.”