Approval Addiction Joyce Meyer Novels & Stories

“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.”

Jerry had helped him a lot already and his own pride refused to beg him to not sell the place, especially when Jerry needed the money for his mother's treatments. He looked through the glass-sheathed walls of the small, colourful flower shop and felt sudden warmth spreading through his chest when he saw Joy smiling brightly at Uncle Desmond. She was handing him the usual lilies packed in brown paper. He could feel himself getting embarrassed when he remembered that this wasn't the first time he had stared at her through the glass. For Joy, their first meeting was when he was about to commit suicide at the bridge, but for him, he had seen her way before that.

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the person in charge coldly, "No need! I don't dare to take your drugs. I have already ordered Shaw Corp's supplements online!" After saying that, the person in charge walked away. The father and daughter were so angry that their teeth were chattering! "Naomi, that bitch!" Clarissa cursed angrily, and a phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. She took out her mobile phone, and a feminine female voice could be heard from the other end. "Clarissa, I'm coming back home this week." When Clarissa heard this, the anger on her face suddenly turned into joy. "That's great! Jeanne! I'm looking forward to you coming back!"

Beyond the anger had been the kind of soul-deep pain that he wasn’t sure he had the right to ask her to forgive him for causing. And the root cause remained because he sure as hell, wasn’t backing down from Skyler Belmont. The one hesitant olive branch he’d offered had been rebuffed, and to be honest, Aiden wasn’t interested in trying that hard to win over her old man. “You should get out of here and take Melinda some place nice to celebrate.” “I’m going to. We’re just dropping in for a few minutes. I’m taking tomorrow off.” “Well, enjoy yourselves, and congrats again.”

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

TRIGGER WARNING: Dub-con Rape Language Violence Death/Murder Blood Miscarriage Xander’s POV I sat on a barstool bored. There were the same faces in this bar day in and day out. I need a new bar. I got up from my stool and settled up the tab before walking out and finding my way into a hole in the wall bar, Josie’s. When I walked in, there were fresh faces and vibrant smiles everywhere. For the first time tonight, I felt alive. I approached the bartender and ordered a double shot of whiskey. When I finished my drink I surveyed my surroundings, my gaze stopping on a short brown-haired woman with bright blue eyes. Her hair was long, curled, and she looked devastated. My favorite kind of woman.

I spun around, eyes burning red as I glared at them and aired my grievances. "Do you really think an apology can erase all the pain I've suffered all these years? "I'm the one who was wronged! But all my life, Jocelyn's been soaking up all of Mom and Dad's love. "I'm the one you all ignored, the one Felix betrayed! What makes you think a hollow apology will make me forgive everything? "I've spent years drowning in misery in the Lawson family. Why should I happily follow you home just because you're offering an apology?"

The addiction in his words was too raw to have been anything but genuine. Before the meaning could settle though, the lock on my door twisted, and it was shoved wide open. I screamed, trying to force my sex-drunk limbs to move and cover myself as uncle stepped into my office.

A path that doesn't rely on gods, but on yourself. I stared at him, exhaustion heavy in my voice as I said, "I don't want to save anyone anymore. I just want to understand why I'm alive." Kyle nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Then start by feeling your own emptiness. When you can find new strength in that void, you won't need anyone's approval again." I clenched my fists, and cold air slipped through my fingers, carrying a strange, vital energy. I had lived for the titles of spiritual healer and Luna. But from this moment on, I would live for myself.

Over the past three years, he had spent many nights like this, staring at the screen, waiting for a response and waiting for her to come home. Every time the screen lit up, he felt a reflexive surge of hope. Every time it wasn't her, he would silently swallow the disappointment. But now, looking at the unchanging chat window, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He felt like an addict who'd survived the painful withdrawal pangs and was finally free from the clutches of his addiction, able to see and think clearly now. He pressed down on the screen, and a menu popped up. Without any hesitation, he unpinned the chat.