Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

"You're probably the only girl in this entire school who thinks that. You know, most girls would be dying to be sitting on a plastic chair next to me." "Yeah, and I'd rather die," I scoffed. "The more you offend me, the more I think you're in denial that you find me attractive. I'm telling you, the first step to addiction is admitting you have a problem." "And what is my problem?" "Your problem is that you find me so handsome that it's addictive, so you feel the need to offend me as a way to convince yourself otherwise." "If that helps you sleep at night," I laughed.

Is this what real addiction feels like? In all my twenty-eight years of life, I had done tons of addiction from alcohol to cocaine. Name one I bet I hadn’t left any single one of them just to run away from my dark past, but at some point in my life, I got bored. It didn't give me that feeling, but she is totally different from any other addiction.

"Leading to you to ask her to move in with you, already?" "I know most would say I'm moving way too fast but I just can't be patient with her. I tried to stay far away from her but she makes it so hard to do anything that doesn't have her in it. She's like a fucking addiction, and at the start, you never thought you would go back at it but soon you find yourself not being able to live without it and there's no rehab for it because it's not even an addiction, it's something that's apart of you." Chris was quiet for a long time looking at me before he took a sip of his refilled drink and I saw his body shake with laughter.

Ken frowned, and looked out the window. “How old are you?” I asked. “I’m 22,” he answered, “Anymore questions?” “Nope,” I replied. “Good,” he smirked. “Wait yes I do,” I smiled. “What is it?” he sighed. “So I’m new to this whole gang thing, and I was wondering,” I paused,”I’m I in danger?” “No that's if u don't go against my rules,” Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.”

He stated. “Shut up!” I said playfully. But, he was smiling so calmly. I couldn’t help but think that though he was a bit of a busybody, he still had the right heart and he meant well with his question. I pulled the cigarette in front of me, looking at it in deep thought. “I’m addicted.” I whispered. “What?”

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

Then he asked, "Eunice, can we hang out to get to know each other? I promise to be sober, just tonight." He said it in a snap, and I was taken aback. "Uh, just give me a minute to think about what you said," I said. "Come on, Eunice, it's a big deal. I promise to stay sober," he said, and I agreed. "Okay, where do you want us to go?" I asked. "Anywhere you want. I don't know any fancy places. I haven't hung out with a girl like you before," he said, and I smiled.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

"Mum, do you think I am ugly?" I asked looking up to my mum for an honest answer. I asked this question a lot and I think mum was sad about the fact that I didn't feel I was beautiful. Yes, I didn't feel that way because my mates in school called me ugly and fat. As a little girl, I had baby fat till I was eleven. And even in my teenage years, I did lose some pounds during that puberty stage where the boobs grow big, hips get wider and all that, then you start your journey into adulthood. Despite all these, I was still called fat and ugly. I resented looking at myself in the mirror because I didn't want to see the ugly, fat girl that other people saw. I remember an incident that happened whe