Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

She said making a sound of "p" "Then say goodbye to McDonald's then!" I said . I don't want to blackmail her but she need to take her meds in a right time. For God sake I am a doctor! "But Sissy! It's gross and eww! It taste bitter and yucky! " She said while wave her hand to me. "Even though it's yucky and eww you said! But still you need to drink your med in a right time. !" "But sis! Can I just have a medicine that's yummy and delicious!" She whine at me

Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.

You are spending too much time on your cell phone and it will ruin your youth. “Hi? What's it like? "I asked, incredulous, my voice becoming squeaky. " Gina, we work with the internet. I need to go online. I'm a digital influencer. How am I going to influence people if I'm in the middle of the woods and taking care of cows? I need to work. You promised me that there were signal towers on the farm. If I run out of WIFI, I'll have a stroke!

“This Arianna girl.” I took a sip of my drink, the liquid burning pleasantly as it went down. “It’s not an obsession, Matteo. It’s strategy.” “Strategy,” he repeated with a smirk. “You mean trying to get under Damon’s skin by targeting the little human he’s inexplicably infatuated with? Sounds more like jealousy to me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about reminding Damon who the real players are in this game. He’s been too distracted, too soft since she came into the picture. He needs a wake-up call.”

he said. “Why not?” “Because you’re not.” He leaned forward. “But I do think you’ve convinced yourself you are, and now you’re addicted to proving it.” I laughed, but it came out hollow. “So I’m just playing the role now?” “You’re acting like someone who’s only worth the pleasure she can give.” I stared at him, jaw tight. “Tell me,” he said quietly, “when was the last time you had sex and actually felt something after?”

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

I took the stairs two at a time before getting into my room and shutting the door. The internet was full of stories of kids and teenagers addicted to their phones. I always wondered what they are addicted to. Was it candy crush saga or motor racing that made me sick? To be blatantly honest, my phone had been lying inside the drawers for almost a week untouched. Everything made me sick.

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

"Clara... that was..." "Intense," I whispered, curling up. Addiction deepened, the cycle unbroken. What now?