Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

"Look at yourself, you have changed again. She is Playing with you. You are not like this and what are you trying to prove..." "Watch your tone, Aron..." Xavion warned. "No, I won't... This time I won't let you ruin yourself... Can't you understand that you are getting Obsessed again, you are trying to be a man which you are not." Aron didn't seem to back off.

"It can also be linked to mental illness." "Are there any physical signs that someone could be obsessed?" he pressed. "Like the strange, rapid and loud thumping of the heart. The loss in concentration. Sleepless nights. Clinginess. Hallucinations," he rushed every word. My throat tightened. "I... I really don't know." He let out a heavy breath. "What is addiction?" he dropped another question. "I think addiction is a state where one is so immersed into doing something. More like a habit, totally pushing every other thing aside."

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

Yeah, I think so too. Though on a serious note, I've never felt so attracted to a guy before. And neither have I been so needy for sex. I've been a sex addict practically all my life but this is way beyond what I've ever done. You could say I've levelled up from a sex-addict to a nymphomaniac. Maybe it's some sort of sex syndrome? Or maybe he used something when we met...you know like drugs? What if he drugged me that night without me noticing? Or some kind of shit he got from the black market or wherever. Or maybe--

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.

I needed to pull myself together, this neediness was going to be a problem, I was getting addicted to him, he was getting addicted to me. How about I change a few things.

' 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼

The normal tussle for power, how one underworld boss had attacked the other and how their fight went, who won and who lost. I just wanted something to keep myself busy, and that was why I decided to go through the internet again, but then, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go absolutely wrong here today.