Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

Are you insane, look you broke my phone Ella surd angrly. (What am I going to do the guys that are chasing me are almost here) (An ideal popped into his head and he smiled devilishly with a smirk plaster on his face). (he kissed her) I stood like a status calculating it like a theory (my first kiss) The guys that were chasing me past us and I broke the kiss, a resounding slapped landed on my face!! How dare you kiss me you jerk Ella yell angrly hitting him.

"But where is the fucking bartender?" Later they got their wish and had their minds blasted, but by moderate means only. In the scale of inebriation that they've concocted, they were right in the middle 50s: a smooth buzzing sensation that transformed you to be the coolest dude in the bar. 90-100 was a blackout wasted feeling, a-crawling-on-the-floor, drooling-like-a-dog kind, which should be avoided at all times. They didn't consider themselves addicts but connoisseurs of fine wine. They were in it just for the taste of it, supposedly. However, in the back of their minds, they already knew the hard truth: they were already full-blown addicts. Drugs had taken a strong grip on their lives and

Her hands were already traveling to his belt but he quickly caught hold of her and a cry of protest escaped her lips. “Please, just this once…” she cried, leaning in to kiss him but Jamie turned his head and her lips met with his jaw. Hearing the words that came from her mouth had his brain racing for an answer. Coupled with the stench of alcohol from her breath, it didn’t take time to arrive at a rightful conclusion. “Fuck!” he cursed when the realization dawned on him. Cookie was under the influence of drugs. Her drink had been spiked by a drug that made her overly sexually active.

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning.

"Yeah, well, I did. Let's just say old habits are hard to break." "So if doing a little coke makes you lonely, desperate, and emotional why do it?" "Have you ever done coke before Zeke, I mean real good coke not that shit that has been stepped on twenty times." "No. I usually stick to weed." "You see doing a little coke for someone like me is not a real good idea. It only leaves me wanting more." "Yeah, I heard it's pretty fucking addictive, but then why did you only do a little if it fucks you up that bad making you want more!"

“You'll be working at Arthdal Strike." My heart felt like it’d burst out of my chest any second now as my gaze trailed from his face to the paper he held. My eyes widened as I read the contract. "A strip club? Uncle Jackson, no!" He grasped my arm, his grip tight as he stood up. "It's the only way, Ari. They'll pay off half of our debts, and you'll be set for life from the huge tips you get after eight months or a year." A fucking year?!

A year later her realized that he was part of a cover up organized by Angelo . On the day Jake died he saw Angelo giving him narcotics . He had an adverse reaction resulting in his death because he had mixed his steroids with another performance enhancer drug. That clashed with what he took. I knew that Jake was a functioning drug addict . He was able to hold his own or get the job done . He was also the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ask for. He was normal with or without the drugs. He just couldn’t function without them , to the point where they were a dependency .

Jake called, voice strained. I arched, moaning softly. "All good, brother." But I was far from it. The game had begun, my innocent facade cracking just enough to tease. They thought they owned me, chased away every boy who sniffed around. Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs.

Background histories. Women. Dozens of them. Tiana’s breath caught. “What is this?” Lucas scrolled. “They all have something in common. Financial hardship. Family tragedy. Health issues. Emotional vulnerability.” Her stomach dropped. “He’s been selecting candidates,” she whispered. “For what?” Vince asked. Lucas looked grim. “Psychological influence. Controlled proximity. He was trying to find someone who could get close to you.” The realization hit like a physical blow. “I wasn’t the only one,” Tiana said.

I was addicted, not only to sex but also to sex. I think all this joy is quickly coming to an end. “S-Seth… "Seth, I think Michael is back."