Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

Do you think you can still play so well again? "It depends on my opponent," I bragged. "What do you tell me about a bet?” " Bets are addictive" I refused with my head. Fred laughed. "I have no money and I don't want to bet my soul on you. It's the only thing I can offer.

Being addicted to a person is more dangerous than being addicted to drugs. a smudged smile appeared on her lips, she just wanted to get married to him as soon as possible. Every passing day seemed like years for her being away from him. She was desperately looking forward to living with him under the same roof. she was waiting for that day when she would wake up next to him being his wife.

And there is never an option to return- you can only move forward, willingly or not. Addiction is not just a disease. It is a mentality that latches unto an individual for as long as is possible, unwilling to let go. Like a leech, it is never satisfied- its tentacles are buried deep within the crevices of the mind, with only one word on repeat- more. Addiction turns you into your worst enemy, your bane, and the architect of your own misfortune. It demands control and seizes it by force. And until it is satisfied, you will know no peace- confined to your psychological hell.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

"Yeah, well, I did. Let's just say old habits are hard to break." "So if doing a little coke makes you lonely, desperate, and emotional why do it?" "Have you ever done coke before Zeke, I mean real good coke not that shit that has been stepped on twenty times." "No. I usually stick to weed." "You see doing a little coke for someone like me is not a real good idea. It only leaves me wanting more." "Yeah, I heard it's pretty fucking addictive, but then why did you only do a little if it fucks you up that bad making you want more!"

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

If it was alcohol-induced sweating before, it was now exercise-induced sweating on the mattress. “I need to pee,” Arini said honestly. Her face was bright red, her breathing was going up and down violently. “Oh.” Richard grinned slightly. “I wonder what.” Richards was released briefly. Which made Arini a little flabbergasted. “Sir?” “Patience, darling. You're addicted, aren't you?” Arini wanted to nod but was confused, did the thing that made hers full make her addicted? It didn't feel like it, she felt liberated but there was a lingering feeling but what was it?

“What do we do now?” Damian didn’t answer immediately. His mind raced, jaw tight. “Tell the delegate…” he began, voice low, steady, but his eyes dark as fire. “…to make the Wilson server slow down.” The command hung heavy in the air. Everyone froze. No one moved. Then Damian turned away, his reflection caught in the glass sharp, powerful, haunted. He whispered to himself, “What the hell are we all becoming?” Outside, thunder cracked over the city skyline, and somewhere across town, Aria’s laptop pinged a new notification lighting up the screen.

Thoughts of Carolina spring into my head, unbidden; I'm too addicted to avoid them. Fuck. I'm starting to wonder if I'm beyond help.