Book Buying Addicts Anonymous Novels & Stories

***FLASHBACK**** The day they met was when she was in high school she being mocked by everyone . They all called her a slut,sugar baby,home wrecker and more. She felt like crying so badly. She hadn't done anything but was already being blamed by everyone around her. They hadn't asked if it was true or not and chose to believe in the rumors spreading around her. Only two people were there for her . Her best friend Selena and Johnny. This two were her support system at that time.

Agnes circled her finger, pointing to the circle of chairs, her friends, "is my strength in all these years. It's in you that I think when I'm in line at the grocery store, the bakery that sells this legalised drug called alcohol, so I don't buy a bottle, a can. It's my friends and companions that I think of not to fall." Clara was moved to hear the life stories of each one there, of the struggle they faced every day not to succumb and start drinking again. She never imagined it would be so hard for them and had never stopped to think about it, never thought or noticed the facades of places that advertised the AA. "Comrade Clara, would you like to talk a bit? Remember, it's not mandatory, no

Stacks of documents bound with rubber bands. And a small notebook. She picked that up first. It was worn at the edges, her father’s handwriting filling every page. Dates. Transactions. Names. So many names. Her eyes scanned quickly. None of them meant anything to her. But Vince’s expression darkened as he read over her shoulder. “These aren’t small people,” he said quietly. She looked at him. “What do you mean?” “These are executives. Politicians. Developers. This is a network.” Her stomach twisted.

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

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.

Cocaine is highly addictive and can make its users very aggressive, it was really high on the list of hardest drug addictions to get over. “Addiction is one of the hardest and most soul-altering things a person can go through,” Dr. Bricks says. “I know it's only been a few minutes, but let’s take a couple of seconds to digest, and continue on.” She stands and grabs 3 little notebooks and hands each of us one of them, along with a pen. “We are going to write our feelings out in these. One word, feelings, about what we just heard from John. Then we will pick back up with questions.”

He was anxious for answers. "Uh, well for over a year and a half after you kicked me out, I was stuck. I was weak. A user can't get clean unless they truly want to. I didn't want to. I was terrified of the withdrawals. They were hell, man… you can't understand the hell of dope sickness until you've lived it.

He thought. Walking back in, Connor heard sobs and slight screams. “What was going on in there?” He wondered. Opening the door to a small room, he saw the physique he thinks he recognized! That was the lady he’d thrown punches for. But, what is wrong with her? Connor was still wondering, When he saw some white substance on the table. The girl - Alannah - was too distracted to have noticed that someone was watching her. Looking at her, she seems torn and she looks like she was fighting back really hard, then it dawned! She’s an addict! The White substances on the table were drugs and she’s torn between slipping back or almost going crazy, but, seeing as it is, seems she’s really fighting hard

"It was hard on all of us. Bobby was so charming and friendly to everyone. He and Nic were really close since they were only a year apart. I guess it was the whole, opposites attract. He and Bobby's personalities were nothing alike, but they got along the best." "Do you mind if I ask what happened?" Veronica asked. "Bobby had a gambling problem. He would borrow money, gamble it away and then try to talk his way out of it. He borrowed from the wrong people one day, and...well, he went missing." "Oh my God, I know that must have been torture," Veronica said, as they both walked over the couch and sat down.

Emma I Sat at the kitchen table, gently tapping my pencil on the books sprawled out in front of me. As perused the page, my eyes widened in shock. The prices of fodder had once again soared, now three times higher than when I last bought it. “This can’t be happening,” I muttered to myself, flipping through the papers to find the number I’d hastily jotted down. “How did things deteriorate so quickly?”