Adrenaline Addicts Novels & Stories

Wasn't she already embarrassed with herself for the way she reacted yesterday? That new boss hurt her ego, and she couldn't talk back. There wasn't anyone on her department's head's side to help their clubhouse. Emily took the responsibility of going around the entire city to take bright kids who had the potential to rise in that field. Not every parent was pleased with the advertisement, and the clubhouse was mainly a bar for socialites, models, and millionaires. The result was what pulled those parents in, and they began to send their children, trusting this 'me' as a 'just' Olympic medalist.

“You always think you know everything.” He gestured toward Marianne. “I needed your attention.” “You had it without this,” Vince said coldly. Caldwell shook his head. “No. I needed to remind you both what desperation feels like.” Tiana’s voice was steady. “You’re losing, Caldwell. And this is the only move you have left.” He smiled faintly. “You still don’t understand. I don’t lose. I escalate.” He raised the gun slightly. Vince’s muscles tensed.

“Before we do this, I want you to tell me you agreed to avoid awkwardness.” He was right; that was the phrase I told him when we began chatting after we were matched. “Ye…yes.” His lips covered mine immediately. It was the speed of two opposite magnet poles. Why had he asked such questions when he was this hungry for me? Excitement washed over my body. Frank, my husband, desired me, but this was another level. This was the desire an addict had for a fix. It was a get-fixed or die without it. My hands rose to his sides. Trembling hands resting on rock-hard muscle. His hands cradled my face. His hardness burned through the material separating our skins. I could feel it throb, rising and fallin

The reason our territory is unexplored, we have a lot of myths and supernatural powers hidden inside our territory. We have modern farming equipment, so we have a surplus of crops and occasionally we do bring food supplies from the outside world. We are not solely dependent on crops alone as we have a pharmaceutical company which makes herbal medicine, which was started by our father who was keen on working on his own and studied medicine but he had the knowledge of the herbs and when he represented himself at a world medical conference and showed the test of his medicine and its effect. People recognized him and he made a deal with a famous company in Italy which further supplies in other c

And I guess it worked. Because the man sitting in front of me now doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry. Doesn’t flinch. He dominates his emotions like they’re beneath him. His control is a bitch. His ways of release are simple — sex and fighting. Adrenaline. Dopamine. Endorphins. A chemical cocktail strong enough to drown anything — for a while. But I’ve learned something lately. That high? It never lasts. And it doesn’t heal you. It’s like a drug. A spike. A rush. Then you crash.

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.

"Shit, that's... that's a lot." "I know it's a lot. I don't know what to do, Maya. I have nothing. I can't help her. I'm so fucked." "There's... there's a way. But you have to be serious about it." Something in her voice made me sit up straighter. "What way?" I asked. "There's this party. Underground. Exclusive. Rich guys. They bid on women for... companionship. One night, they paid big money. I'm talking serious money. Some girls make ten, fifteen grand in one night."

Our room was on the topmost floor, the fancy suite. "Maddox, you must sleep now if you want to get up early in the morning," I said, dropping my purse on the bed and letting Maddox close the door. We have been out the whole day, so I am pretty tired. The high heels had left blisters on my feet. I decided to put him to bed and then stay awake until Xavier arrives. I had become addicted to sleeping with Xavier only. Whenever he wouldn’t be around, I would switch sides and worry about him. His arms were my haven and my heaven.

He raised it like a sick madman, displaying it in front of me. “Like an obedient little whore, you’ll shut that filthy mouth with this.” His approach became suffocating to the point heavy tears could no longer be restrained. They rebelled over my cheeks in terrifying amounts. Every drop burned my skin without mercy. “I’ll teach you what happens when you laugh at everything I say.” My body pressed against the wall. Being buried between those stones sounded kinder than sharing a room with this monster. My head moved in frantic refusal while my throat tightened. “But you lied. You’re addicted to alcohol and gambling. Why don’t you admit your filth?!”

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.