Novel & Cerita Adrenaline Addicts

Adom is stuck at the door, hands helpless as they hold the shape of a Alexander who no longer occupies them. "I almost just bit you," Alexander states in a shock. He's got one arm across his face as he blocks his nose. "You didn't smell like this last night" Adom comes to the stark realisation that he has yet to take his suppressants for the day. He hurries past Alexander and searches through his desk until he finds his spare pill bottle. He pops one in his mouth and then throws the bottle to Alexander. It's a generic suppressant for alphas so it shouldn't cause any adverse reactions if Alexander were to take it. He watches as the other swallows one too, having sunken to the ground. Adom use

Storm shook his head. “Yeah? Well maybe I liked that too.” His words hit hard. What was he saying? Was he saying…. “You don’t mean that,” Storm said. “I do,” Adrian snapped. “I was living in a playhouse. Women wanted me for sex. And guess what? I LIKED it. I FUCKING liked it!” “Stop,” I whispered. This was too much. This wasn’t Adrian…. “I liked every single pussy I fucked. How’s that for honesty? I became CRAZY for sex. I craved it. I wanted it. I thought about it ALL the time. I was ADDICTED to it.”

“Not his. Not anyone else’s.” Adrianna came harder than ever, but a nagging worry stuck. Marcus was petty. And Julian was becoming something she wasn’t ready for. By the end of the week, she was addicted to him. The nice guy who fucked like a god. But the drama was only beginning. Marcus had started spreading rumors at her company.

Nervousness was creeping down his entire system. “Hmmm... Is it a drug addiction?” Zadkiel inquired curiously. His hand snaked out towards the man’s naked waist as he pulled him closer to him. “I... I-its sexual addiction, Axe...” Arkael blurted out while putting his head on Zadkiel's shoulder. He leaned on him like he was absorbing Zadkiel's energy to strengthen himself. He felt like his body depleted after telling his biggest secret to his guy.

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

"Which is?" He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word. I clicked it - and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone. ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY. ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WHO FEAR THEIR OWN POWER Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

What were they referring to, and why did thy look like two drug addicts struggling to handle the aftermath of abstinence? Well, it was nothing complicated really. These two were just talking about a time in their lives when they lived by the sword and were drawn by the sword. It was a time when battle and blood was to them as heroin was to a man. Their dopaminergic receptors that had been left to decay due to the absence of an exciting stimulus grew hungry again, and their joy they felt was like that of a man who had finally found a worthy bride after decades of dealing with dupes and crooks.

Clear as if the guy were standing right beside him. Nate’s skin prickled. “Adrenaline,” he muttered under his breath, as if saying it aloud would make it true. “Body’s still freaking out from last night. Heightened awareness, sensory overload—like, uh, post-party hypervigilance. That’s a thing, right?” It sounded ridiculous even to him, but he clung to the theory anyway. “I probably just need a shower and a nap,” Nate muttered. “Last night must’ve fried my brain.”

Adrenaline pumps through my body, heightening my reflexes and sharpening my focus. One of them made the first strike and I immediately retaliate the blow, I dance with my enemies, swinging and parrying with all my might. The clash of our weapons echoes through the night, creating a symphony of steel, the clash gave off a spark with every contact with each other. The intensity of the battle fuels my anger as I weave between strikes and launch my own attacks. By my side stands Adam, still moving with a stoic and emotionless look, nothing ever seemed to waver him. Together, we move in perfect harmony, our movements synchronized as if guided by an unspoken understanding. Our coordinated efforts

Fuck. I knew having her close to me would be dangerous, but I didn’t account for how addicting her presence would become. It’s now something I can’t control and to be honest, I don’t think I want to control it. She invades my thoughts, my dreams and it’s a problem, one I can’t afford, not with everything on the line. The stakes are too fucking high for distractions and that’s exactly what Adira is—a distraction.