Adrenaline Addicts Novels & Stories

“You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.” I laughed. “Is that a thing? Real therapy for sex addicts?” He didn’t answer. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go. Talk about my daddy issues or whatever makes you feel better.” He handed me a paper with an address. “You start tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late.” I didn’t plan to take it seriously. I didn’t plan to take him seriously either. That was before I met him. The building was quiet. No receptionist. Just a black leather couch in the waiting room, a ticking wall clock, and a faint smell of leather and something woodsy—cedar, maybe.

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.

Doctor Louis says, his voice raw with doubt. He pauses a bit, collecting his thoughts before continuing, “But in reality, the reverse is the case. The drug disrupts the body's ductless glands, triggering the endocrine system and giving rise to stress-related issues and anxiety disorders. This Special Medicine is now a lucrative business in the black market, peddled to unsuspecting drug addicts” I lean back, subconsciously spacing out as I try to process the information. A drug that amplifies stress and anxiety? This cancels Kendrick being a drug addict.

To wait for him and not be scared. He listened for more people, making sure they wouldn’t be ambushed with her off behind him and unguarded from that direction, but these two were alone. From the disgusting scent that drifted on the breeze into his nostrils, there was crack cocaine seeping out of their pours. They were needing their next fix and weren’t about to take no for an answer. When addicts need money, they’ll do anything to get it. Daniel had enough experience to know that to be a fact.

I moaned, pushing my hips back to meet him. "Shit— the way you say my name—" He added a second finger and drove them deeper, faster, like he was trying to dig for gold and had found the exact right spot. Ohh sweet Goddess…when did I suddenly become a sex freak. Under the same day, I fuck two grown men. "Yeah— right there— my Rythan—" It accidentally slipped out and I felt him react instantly behind me. His grip tightening, fingers driving harder, as if those two letters had broken the last thread of his restraint completely.

That she is mine in every sense of the word, forever. I move in and out of Adrianna with such desperation; the bed creaking beneath us as I pound into her with all my strength. Adrianna is addictive. I love the way she smells, tastes and fucks. She's become my world in such a brief space of time and the more I have her, the deeper my need for her grows. It's a never-ending cycle, as my desire only feeds more desire. "I'm going to make you scream so loud that the entire academy will know you're being fucked by your coach, baby," I murmur into her ear.

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.