Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

If the idea of the men who should have protected you instead holding you down and taking what they want still makes you flinch, close this now. Find something softer. But if your body already answers—if a stepfather’s hand on your throat, an uncle’s cock splitting you open, a stepbrother’s weight pinning you makes you wet—then stay. The first stories are about girls. Innocent. Mouthy. Curious. Already wet and pretending they aren’t. Stepfathers who stop pretending when the house goes quiet. Uncles who watched too long. Stepbrothers who lock the door and force every inch while she stays silent. Fathers-in-law. Dad’s friends. Men who raised them, who should have looked away, who instead tel

I abruptly leap to my feet. “Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned. Oh fuvk! just stay far away from me. “Nope. I'm great.” “I'll get us drinks.” “No, drinks! Anything, but no drinks.” He shrugs, goes to a mini locker and brings out a bunch of cookies which he spreads on a flat plate. “Why am I getting spooky when I'm only having cookies…” I mumble after a few bites. “These cookies contain a bit of alcohol ingredient…”

Then he asked, "Eunice, can we hang out to get to know each other? I promise to be sober, just tonight." He said it in a snap, and I was taken aback. "Uh, just give me a minute to think about what you said," I said. "Come on, Eunice, it's a big deal. I promise to stay sober," he said, and I agreed. "Okay, where do you want us to go?" I asked. "Anywhere you want. I don't know any fancy places. I haven't hung out with a girl like you before," he said, and I smiled.

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”

Xavion said like a possessed man. "If this girl is not her then you are playing with her... Look at yourself, xavion... You are so obsessed over her that you are trying to mould her brain according to you. You are playing with her mind. You are trying to create a good perfect image in front of her so she won't go against you..." Xavion glared at him as Aron threw the reality on his face. "And I am afraid that your this games will make her do which you might regret..."

And now I was fucking consumed. I wanted to embed myself In her. I wanted her world to revolve around mine since mine revolved around her. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to make her lose control... I wanted to drive myself deep into her subconscious as she had done to me, and ultimately, I wanted her to surrender her life and lay it down at my feet, even if I was the one welding the knife to take it. It was deranged. It was crazy but I was addicted. I was obsessed and I was never going to let her go.

Fuck, it’s dug in my head like a tic, and hasn’t come out since. It’s as rash as it is stupid, and I really need something, anything to take me off the release I need and the control I crave more than my next fucking breath. Chapter 1.19 A Cookie? Xoxo Nyx

I stared at the almond candy in front of me and sighed. I had told myself. No more almond candies But yeah I couldn’t stop craving even when I kept telling myself that I could do it, I could stay a day without taking one. I sighed as I stared at it sitting temptingly on the desk, I shook my head—Fuck it. I snatched the candy, tore the wrapper and sighed as the chocolate hit my taste buds. I was addicted to candies, especially almond candy. I couldn’t stay a day without popping one into my mouth.

WARNING; matured content! ★JENNIE★ When burning desires surpass the moral self-esteem we have clung onto is when we decide to let ourselves go. I didn't know I was capable of following my guts until it was my only choice upon the lost will to hold on to the so-called principles-same principles that have amounted to nothing but heartbreak and mysteries.

I need to stop, otherwise I will never be. “Stop. Mr. Accardo. Stop.” He stopped in an instant, but stole a long peck on my lips before opening his green eyes. This man!! “You can’t kiss me.” I refused his druggist kisses, even though I knew how I was addicted to that feeling of his lips on me. I wanted it back on me again and again. He didn’t like what I said, as his powerful grip and fingers were making me realize they were still there on my back.