Book Buying Addicts Anonymous Novels & Stories

“You bring some stray rabbit into our home and hold her up like a chalice. The Council will eat your guts. The elders will mount your head next to that cat.” “The Council is already chewing the info,” I said. “By the time they swallow, there won’t be a market to digest.” Andros looked at me the way men look at a locked safe when they forget the combination—annoyance and desire and the sort of respect that feels a lot like hatred. “You think you can kill a business by writing a better plot,” he snapped, “you think addicts read the classifieds and choose salvation because it’s fashionable?” “We give them choice,” Elky said. “And we make salvation cheaper.”

I got up and walked up to my room. These men would be the death of me. -- I was actually kind of enjoying AA meetings. Everyone had such insane stories, and honestly it made me feel better about my own addiction. I didn’t feel so alone. Dad was doing pretty well and he of course had been attending multiple meetings a week. I was so proud of him.

Over the next week, I decide what I want to do, not necessarily to honor my father, but to make sure that this doesn’t happen to anyone again. I meet with Alpha Patrick, Anders and Clint and I tell him what I’d like to do. Our pack is known for its internal gambling. It’s a fun past-time that helps break up monotony when things are quiet and helps blow off steam during stressful times. However, there are times when people, like my father, become addicted. I tell them that I want to develop a program or some way that any people in our pack that become addicted to gambling, or begin to show concerning signs that they are getting in over their head financially, are identified early and get the

Twelve men and two women sat around the long table, all of them older, all of them experienced, and every single one of them watching me like I was something they still hadn’t figured out. Good. “Mr. Torecampo,” one of them started, forcing a polite smile. “We were beginning to think—” “I know what you were thinking,” I cut in, taking my seat at the head of the table. “You always think too much. That’s why you need me.” A few exchanged looks. None of them spoke. I slid the file in front of me open, scanning the numbers I already memorized hours ago. “The acquisition goes through tonight,” I continued. “No delays. No revisions.”

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.

couldn't even graduate from high school because I got expelled for drugs. I can't be...fixed. I'm not a toy. I'm a human with issues. Lots of them, and I don't think I can fix them. I don't think I'll live without drugs. Now, my throat feels dry and itchy, and my body feels weak and tired. It's something I need to live..." Rachel's grip on Sara's hand tightened. "You don't need it. You think you do, but you don't. You need to go to rehab. You'll only make it worse by continuing, and you don't...want to die. I don't want you dead." Sara's gaze met Rachel's, "Rehab? It sounds like hell and misery." "It's not. It would make you better and not dependent on any substances. You really need

I uttered, breathing very slowly. "The voices in my head are back, Phoenix," and his voice gave me goosebumps. This was something I was afraid of because, inside my head, I knew he could be worse than anyone if he ever went back to being his old self. "When?" I asked in fear. "It’s been days. I can hear them again," my breathing was slow now. We already had too much to face, and now was not the time for him to lose control or let the voices inside his head win. Or maybe it was because of his addictions. He was getting tired of everything, even me. Instead of hating him or doubting him, I had to understand him because it wasn’t something he did on purpose; he has some mental issues, I felt. I

Ella walking on the treadmill with her phone in her hand smiling at the message that popped into her phone,not looking forward, and someone mistakenly bumped on her making her phone to slipped from her hold and it scattered. What how dare you Ella yell angrly and grab the stranger clothes with her blue eye ball turning red. Let go of me, the stranger said breathing like someone who ran 800 meters race. Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly.

My face flushed a little and I turned away from him immediately to avoid being caught by others as well as hide my flushed face from him. "Good day everyone, so I told us in the last class to read the book titled Othello by William Shakespeare right, so today I will like us to critically assess the character of Desdemona in the book Othello, let me know if any of you really did what I asked you to do..." Miss B said to the class. Good thing she spoke up now at least everyone's attention, including mine was now on her. Damn! I totally forgot about the book, I just hoped that she doesn't give us a pop quiz right now because, I'll really fail it as I have no single idea what the book is all abo