Are You Addicted Novels & Stories

Mason snapped his gaze at Ragnar and shrugged. "This type of behavior of yours is so unlike you," Ragnar said and Mason huffed, throwing the papers at Leo's side as he leaned back on the couch and put his boots on the table beside the scattered papers, making Leo shoot him a glare. "Everything is unlike me nowadays." "Uh-huh, what's the matter?" Ragnar asked. "Addiction is going too hard." "Well, isn't it exciting? You love it when it goes hard." Ragnar stated one of the facts about Mason.

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.

With his charming personality and confident demeanor, Thomas was admired by many and it seemed like his future was destined for greatness. However, behind closed doors, Thomas battled a deep-seated addiction to gambling. It started innocently enough, with harmless bets and casual trips to the casino. But as the thrill and rush of winning consumed him, he couldn't resist the allure of taking bigger risks. He became addicted to the highs and lows, chasing the euphoria that winning brought.

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.

“That shit is addictive,” My eyes popped, if I wasn't already sitting up, I would now. “you played Candy Crush?” “My head of administration officer does, I caught him more than once playing it during meetings, I’d have fired him if he wasn’t so damn good at his job.” I laughed it was hard to imagine a grown man addicted to crushing candies, but what did I know? “Maybe it helps him get out of his mind for a bit” When his voice came again it was to say "Go to bed Kitten"

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