Adrenaline Addicts Novels & Stories

“Few years back, during my late night outs with friends, one of my friends took me to this underground club. It was my first time there. And, the place and things that happened there were not of legal kind. Lots of gambling, drúgs and women. The things...” A throat cleared behind me and I turned to find Gavin with a stony expression that I had never seen on his face before today. He gave a speaking glance to Adi who looked embarrassed and then said his words more carefully. “Well.. you see.. after that night, I frequented it a lot. I became addicted to it and to..” I understood what Gavin did, he stopped Adi from divulging more deeply into his not so innocents act in front of me. He couldn’t

he shouted. Adrian was overjoyed. Andre's intentions were clear. He was asking Adrian to kill these addicts for the greater good. "Time to die.” Adrian picked up the dagger the addict had dropped and threw it at the latter’s chest. The addict toppled backward. “Aaaagggghhhh!” After a miserable scream, the addict stopped moving. Passersby did not even come over to see what had happened as if it were a common occurrence. Adrian kicked the addict to the side of the road.

Andrew looked at him like he was already a dead man and scoffed. "That enhanced adrenaline shot might boost a Special Ops agent's power by over 80% in a crisis. But the side effects? Extreme fatigue and a blinding headache. "Even if I gave you a head start, after that injection, you'd still end up crawling back to me on your knees." Hank shrieked, voice rasping with rage, "Andrew, don't get cocky, you son of a bitch! You'd better pray I don't survive this. I swear, I'll kill you!"

My phone buzzed with an email from Maya: "Check the news. We just got mentioned in Forbes." The article was titled "How Two Executives Turned Corporate Scandal Into New York's Hottest Startup." "We're never living this down," Damien said. "Worth it?" "Absolutely worth it.”

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

I looked outside, and saw nothing but bush, animal, and a bad smell that impregnated the brain. "I can do this "I guaranteed for myself, despite knowing that that nature was nothing compared to the luxurious sites I have already visited for events, and that those animals did not have half the vaccines and treatments that expensive breed animals. "I can get used to it and not cause problems. "That's the thought! "He celebrated Gabriella, grabbing me by the shoulders. She shouldn't be having any idea of the heat of that room, or she wouldn't hold me so close to her own body. The place looked like an oven, and I didn't know how I would get used to the hot days and without an air conditioner. "B

"Dude I think I just ruined myself." She spoke into her earpiece. Everyone's eyes were now on her but she didn't feel nervous at all. "Well..... This people I just beat up are assassins and I just saved someone's life or lives. They are very dangerous and one drink of their poison can kill you in the most painful way without a second thought." "They are paid to spill blood and today they had come for someone here after all the only reason they would risk so much is because of money but I don't suggest you to get involved to much unless you know you were the target all along."

He spun around, trying to keep the enemy in his sight, and all the while the voices grew louder, more distinctive. "Join us. Feel. You are so hungry. Starving. We can feel your heart stuttering. You need fresh blood. Adrenaline-laced blood is the best. You can feel!" "Join us," they cried, the entreaty loud and swelling in volume until it was a tidal wave rolling over him. "Fresh blood. You need to survive. Just a taste. One taste. And the fear. Let them see you. Let them feel fear and the high is like nothing you've ever felt."

The weeks blurred into a haze of pleasure and profit. After the yacht party and the endless stream of elite clients, Mom and I had officially crossed into a new realm. Our anonymous platform now had a waiting list. We were selective—only the wealthiest, the most discreet, the ones who understood that paying top dollar bought them access to two addicted ebony goddesses who thrived on being used. We never turned down the right offer, and we were never ready to stop. The addiction had us completely. Every orgasm, every load of cum, every sore, throbbing hole only made us crave more.