Best Addiction Books Novels & Stories

War did not begin with gunfire or blood the way most people imagined. Real wars started quietly, beneath conversations, beneath pressure, beneath decisions that looked harmless until everything around them collapsed at once. William understood that better than most people because he had spent years building empires in rooms where smiles mattered more than weapons and silence carried more danger than threats. But this was different from business wars. Business still followed rules, even when people pretended it did not. What he had stepped into now followed only one principle.

He never missed any of the banquets mostly on behalf of her father, she wanted to see him and mostly talk to him. Looking in the far distance " what time are we leaving? " she asked silently and he placed his other hand under her chin bringing back her lovely face in to his view. There fingers were still intertwined together, she gave him a beautiful smile. Slowly and slowly she was becoming a drug The more closer he got to her the more addicted he was starting to get mostly to the daughter of his number one enemy.

Damon Dark’s pet project wasn’t as untouchable as she thought. Adopted. A mystery even to herself. A wolf that barely stirred. Arianna was as vulnerable as a deer in a den of wolves, and the thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through me. The sound of the door creaking open broke my concentration. My brother, Matteo, sauntered in in his impeccable. He raised an eyebrow at the mess of papers before settling into the chair opposite me. “You’re still obsessing over her,” he drawled, reaching for the decanter of whiskey on the table. “This Arianna girl.”

He answered as she slowly placed the glass tip on her lips and took a big gulp. "How are you feeling now?..." He sat down on the chair beside the bed, crossing his leg on another and resting arms on armchair. The chair was looking so small in front of him. "Why you brought me here?... I said no to drugs for a reason, still you used?..." She asked placing the glass back on the nightstand and totally ignoring his question. "it's the effect of medicines. I couldn't leave you injured among the dead bodies... And it's a good manners to introduce yourself first miss___?"

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

"The journalist I trusted with the first copy vanished before the story ever ran. I never learned what happened to him. After that, silence felt like the only safe option until I found someone I trusted enough to hand it to directly." "Even after everything you believed about me?" "Especially after that." She held his gaze. "Believing you chose your empire over me was easier than believing I might have been wrong. Six years gave me a lot of time to sit with which one was actually true." Alexander didn't answer that. He opened the folder instead, unwilling to let the moment become anything more than it needed to be, and began scanning the first few pages — dense financial documents, names he

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

He raised it like a sick madman, displaying it in front of me. “Like an obedient little whore, you’ll shut that filthy mouth with this.” His approach became suffocating to the point heavy tears could no longer be restrained. They rebelled over my cheeks in terrifying amounts. Every drop burned my skin without mercy. “I’ll teach you what happens when you laugh at everything I say.” My body pressed against the wall. Being buried between those stones sounded kinder than sharing a room with this monster. My head moved in frantic refusal while my throat tightened. “But you lied. You’re addicted to alcohol and gambling. Why don’t you admit your filth?!”

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?"

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!