Romans & histoires Best Addiction Books

Chapter Eight NaTHaLie 🌹🌹🌹 My head pounds so painfully, it feels like it's about to fall off as I bolt out of the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Kneeling by the bidet, I grab the bowl like my whole existence depends on it as I start emptying everything in my stomach. After a while, I return to my room swearing never to go near alcohol again. I lay on the bed with a grimace my wandering eyes suddenly landing on a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table which I quickly grab at the speed of lightening. Mentally thanking whosoever left it there, I swallow the pills, flushing it down with the water.

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

To the high and the low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric. The best fucking hit of your life . I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every drink that sent me spiralling into oblivion, I just raised my glass to the flames and downed it.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

he sighed,”Now my corporation Bank's Industry isn’t really what it seems. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mom and Kent walked behind dad, and stood by his side. “Chambers Industry doesn’t invest in stocks,” he sighed, “We’re a drug business. A gang as a matter of fact.” “What?” I began,”Are you serious?” “Yes he’s serious,” mom sighed. I stayed silent and tried to process all of this. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I raged. “We wanted to protect you,” dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

And as Jacob explained, she was divided about whether to believe what Jacob was saying or to laugh at the story he had made up. "Astral vampire? Soul sucker? What was that? A piece of fiction? What the hell are you trying to plant in my brain, huh? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Claire said angrily. What did he think of her? A teenager obsessed with reading fiction stories? But truthfully, Claire really liked reading fiction stories before. It entertained her. She loved it. But even though she is addicted reading to it, she still knows how to separate reality from fiction. And Claire thinks, what Jacob was telling her was plain fiction.

When I got home, Aiden was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. "Isabella... why are you back so early? Did something happen?" he asked, clearly surprised. I ignored him and walked straight to my room. Today had officially become the worst day of my life. Even worse than the day I lost my job at the club. Everything had gone downhill from the moment I danced for Draco. My life had twisted in a direction I never asked for. I knew how dangerous he was. I knew the kind of man he was. So why did my body react to him the way it did? Why did I shiver under his gaze? Why did I crave his touch when I knew it would only lead to chaos?

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

At least there is one person in his family who doesn't like her. "The years have been really tough for him," she tells me. The smell of tea was strong on her breath. "Has it really? How so?" I asked, hoping she would share more about the boy I clearly didn't know much about, yet loved him so much. I leaned in closer. "Oh yes, I think you can really help him with his addiction problem, terrible thing. Isla and Garret never knew how to handle it properly." My head inches closer and the wind is knocked out of me. Did I hear her right?