Approval Addiction Joyce Meyer Novels & Stories

Joy remained on a high that lasted for the rest of the week. She and Adam texted back and forth and saw each other as much as possible, although he was slammed with event planning at River’s Bend. Joy found herself writing even more than usual, her muse coming back in full force. If only she’d known that getting good sex would result in her most productive writing spree ever, she would’ve gone down to the vineyard and seduced Adam ages ago.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

, "I know you are but in order for me to believe that you are truly sorry then congrats Cassie you just received your pay for this month." "Ma'am Maggie!"

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

💦The First Night 💦 I never meant to become addicted. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what I told myself. My name is Mia, 24 years old, living alone in a small but cozy apartment in Chicago. I worked from home as a freelance graphic designer, which meant long hours at my desk with headphones on. But one night, three weeks after I moved in, I forgot to wear them. That was the night everything changed. It was a Thursday, around 11:40 PM. I was lying in bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it for the first time.

“Whenever I’m away from you, it hurts so much, takes so much toll on me and most times I just fucking feel like I’m losing my own mind to an extent I fight the urge every single day to keep my skin on my bone.” “It’s hard for me too, Maeve! It’s not easy at all!” My heart raced, breathing paced and words gushed out of my mouth, “I’m falling apart, MAEVE!” “EVEN RIGHT NOW, I’M FALLING APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, MAEVE, CAN’T YOU FUCKING SEE THAT?!” I had no idea how loud I was being until her pupils dilated in what seemed like realization. “I’m addicted to you, so fucking addicted and being away from you has been nothing but torture but this is a sacrifice I have to make because—”

“Miss Brandy.” I looked up from one of the books that had arrived for me a few weeks back. I had no interest in them until the doctors took me off the heavy drugs. It felt like being free after being buried alive. The color returned around me. Even the pain was appreciated. I didn’t want to go back there again even if it meant dealing with my fear, my heartbreak, my depression, and sadness. I would take that over the numbness that slowly sucked the life out of my soul.

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

Amara would be the better choice, though, my older cousin who's basically Ricchar's female version. "How're you feeling, dear?" "Like shit." I tossed the folder of documents onto the table. Withdrawal from the uppers I used to waste my money on was plaguing me with exhaustion and restlessness. Plus the toddler-like attention span and an insatiable appetite some days. The only upside: I didn't have to stay in a rehab facility 24/7. "You need pain pills again?" Mamma got up from her chair to comb my hair away from my face.

"Who are you?" She took a glass from his hand and sparks ignited in her whole body as their fingers made contact, within seconds it died down but it was so strong, like current that she almost dropped the glass. Never in her life she has experienced something intense like this and she didn't like it at all. It was somewhat satisfying with hidden happiness in it and that feeling was unknown to her and she was not a fan of new feelings. "Xavion... Xavion Anderson..." He answered as she slowly placed the glass tip on her lips and took a big gulp.