Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

Jesus, I was right there. Could easily lower my zipper, pull her panties aside, and bury myself balls deep. Let her feel what she did to me. My cock, hard and desperate to feel her warmth, flexed against her core. "Addiction is a terrible thing," she murmured under her breath before taking my lower lip between her own and biting down on the abused flesh. "You are a terrible thing." I didn't reply to her foolishness. Instead, I took her mouth once more. Stole the air from her lungs.

I ordered Bruno and he responded with a nod. I stepped into the car to see if I could find anything to track Giovanni down, I found nothing but a small plastic bag filled with cocaine and a piece of marijuana in the middle. Instantly I knew who it was from, there was only one dealer who had the style of storing up marijuana in cocaine. Giovanni was still dealing with Sage, the nutritious dealer who smuggles drugs and women.

"Be a good girl. There has to be something you are good at apart from trying to kill yourself." I rolled my eyes. "I apparently have not perfected the art. And you, sir, saw me just a few minutes ago." He shrugged. "Not my fault you are like a fucking drug. Now, I would like it if you just let me sleep. I didn't come here to talk." I snickered, finding this back and forth rather funny. "I am a drug, and you are a... let me guess. An addict?" He didn't reply, and my fingers slowly massaged his scalp.

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?"

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

She admired everything about him but all he thought of her was being part of the Di Martinos She wanted to be next to him and do most of the crazy things with him or more be the lady. Her heart flattered every time he was around her but just like the rules.. He could never play with her He treated her like a sister.. The office door in the warehouse was pushed open and he walked over to his chair allowing her to close it behind her.. " Details.. " he asked taking a sit and looking through most of the files that were placed on his table but he never found any interesting.. He wasn't a man of beating around the bushes.. Just on point "Conzalato went behind our back and played with the Nicotine

Sonny said, while racking up the balls. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your father didn't know—considering he has mentioned that he isn't into that type of business either. Maybe I should give him a call to explain myself," Nic said, leaning against the pool table. He knew he had just stuck the knife in and broken it off. He was certain that Paul Marcone had no idea that his fuck-up of a son was about to start dealing drugs. Paul was just as against the stuff as Nic was.