Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

It was an entirely different feeling. I felt like I was in trouble. It’s wrong to want more than one man at a time. You’re supposed to find your soulmate, and that’s it. Yet here I had different men asking me to consider them as lovers. I was turning into quite the sex addict, and I wanted to blame it on my newfound vampirism. But in my heart, I knew it was from these men. They were so very different from each other.

Addiction to drugs is not something that happens over the day. She has to crave for them. But then... Why did she never ask me for them? Let's say she was hesitant, maybe afraid. But then why did she never try to get them behind my back? How can she be so dumb that she never realised that she's addicted to the drugs she was dependent on?

And now, she is getting married to the love of her life, forcing innocent me to change my environment. And I don’t want all of these. I prefer New Jersey. My phone buzzed in my pocket as I pushed through the crowd. I pulled out my phone. Kai’s messages lit up the screen on W******p. Kai: Dude, you’re in Boston now. Stop burying your head in med school books for one night. Free yourself. Go out. Live a little. Me: I’m out. Sort of. Club Café. Loud as hell though. Kai: Good. Grab a drink. Talk to someone. You’ve been a monk since that last disaster in Jersey. Don’t make me fly up there and drag you onto the dance floor myself.

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

I tried to think about it, but my stomach growled again, drifting me away from my thoughts. I had to eat something, it sucks to be a foodie. People are usually addicted to smoking, drugs, sex, and things worth being addicted to, but I am addicted to food. Isn’t that hilarious?

"He's not addicted." "Yes, he is. He follows you like a wolf follows a trail. He can't stop himself. It's like he needs to be near you to breathe. It's like you're air and he's been drowning his whole life. You're the only thing that keeps him alive. You're the only thing that matters to him. You're his entire world. You're his everything. You're his reason to wake up in the morning. You're his reason to hope."

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling