Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

And then there was the hidden camera. But for weeks now, all I had been seeing was black. The thing had gone dark, and with it, a part of me felt like it was suffocating. I stared at the screen, willing it to come back to life one day like I was chasing a high I couldn’t reach. I didn’t even realize how addicted I was to it until that blank screen started screaming at me.

"I am in the process of perfecting the recipe to a drug that will give the high without the addiction." "Wait...What?"

Something she was sure her father would notice. “There was an article in the US Weekly not a week ago about you and Elijah Stone with pictures of you in your love nest.” “Father, please. You know very well there’s nothing between Eli and me. He’s recovering from a serious addiction. He needs support from his friends.” Skyler glanced over at her. “It doesn’t matter what I know. The world believes you’re a party girl… again.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “The board knows I’m not.”

- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course.

She felt as if she could no longer control herself, but Hunter ignored her and looked outside the window. He muttered to himself in frustration, "What did I do?" Aurora glanced at him, but he didn’t meet her gaze. He took out his phone and got absorbed in his phone, muttering, "This man just judged me and my feelings. How did I let this happen? What’s happening to me?" Aurora felt conflicted, ashamed of how deeply affected she was by her mate’s touch. She was angry with herself for feeling aroused, yet she couldn’t deny the sensations swirling within her. She glanced at Hunter again, but he seemed oblivious, engrossed in his phone.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

“Welcome to the club, buddy. Scared shitless but completely addicted.” I allowed myself a small, almost embarrassed smile. “Yeah. Addicted sounds about right.”

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over Bima's untouched bowl again, then to Riska, Lia, and the trembling Kevin. "It means," the man began, his voice still unnervingly calm, "we’ve refined the consumption experience. Eliminated the inefficiencies. Maximized the neural reward pathways." Riska’s hand, which had been pressing against her temple, dropped to the table with a soft thud. "You mean you’ve amplified the addiction," she snapped, her usual analytical calm cracking under the pressure. The man chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. "Addiction is such a crude term, wouldn't you agree? We prefer 'sustained engagement'."

Did I hear her right? It feels as if someone has ripped the floor from under me. "Addiction problem?" I ask after what feels like a century of falling through the floor. "Oh yes, Dear, hasn't he told you?" she asks, her forehead crinkled in worry. As nice and sweet of a lady she was, I could sense a darker side of her. I didn't want her thinking that I didn't know. I didn't want her thinking that maybe Zac wasn't in love with me enough to share this significant part of his life.

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.