Best Addiction Books Novels & Stories

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

I looked around the first floor, which was just a large space with different kinds of tables for games that made me rich every time the players lost. Gambling was an addiction. The most underrated one if you asked me. There were doctors, treatments, rehabs, medication for other addictions like drugs, alcohol, but nothing for a gambler. Sad. Utterly heartbreaking. If anyone knew you were gambling or who played with money at stacking, they would say, “leave it. It’s a habit that would go away if you tried to.” Only if they knew how hard this was. To stop oneself from this trap was much harder than drugs.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

And remembering fragments of that night doesn’t help. That time, I was one of the interns sent to join a conference in a hotel. When the conference was done, our team went for a dinner and had some drinks until most of us were drunk. I don’t have high alcohol tolerance as I don’t usually drink, and just a few cocktails did the magic. So to escape from the embarrassment of passing out there, I told them I’d go to the bathroom but the truth is I went to go upstairs, to the rooftop, hoping that some fresh air could help me sober up.

Our room was on the topmost floor, the fancy suite. "Maddox, you must sleep now if you want to get up early in the morning," I said, dropping my purse on the bed and letting Maddox close the door. We have been out the whole day, so I am pretty tired. The high heels had left blisters on my feet. I decided to put him to bed and then stay awake until Xavier arrives. I had become addicted to sleeping with Xavier only. Whenever he wouldn’t be around, I would switch sides and worry about him. His arms were my haven and my heaven.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

That evening, as they had dinner, she looked at him with quiet seriousness. “I think I know what scares me the most now.” “What?” “Getting better… and wasting the second chance.” He shook his head gently. “You won’t.” “How do you know?” “Because you’re already planning how to use it.” She leaned back in her chair. “For months, my mind was obsessed with how to destroy you. Now it’s thinking about how to help strangers read.” He chuckled softly. “That’s quite a transformation.” She looked at him. “I think pain either makes you bitter or makes you kinder.”

“Riverbend University. I was three days from graduation when we had to leave.” “Three days? Oh, that’s unfortunate timing. What year were you in?” “Third year. I completed all my practical training and most of the advanced coursework.” Margaret nodded thoughtfully. “That’s impressive. Third year at Riverbend is rigorous. Did you specialize in anything?” For the first time since arriving at Nightshade, I felt a flicker of something other than despair. This was familiar territory. Healing was the one thing I was actually good at. “Trauma care and bone setting,” I said. “I also did a lot of work with chronic pain management using herbal remedies.”