Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

Slipping out, I lower the mosquito mesh again, clip it back into place and make my way along to a window, light streaming out. There's at least dozen inside, lounging, smoking, talking. Wonder Boy's there, strutting and, although I can't hear anything through the glass, apparently bragging about something. As he turns enough that I get a decent view of his face, his eyes are staring wide, pupils huge and dilated. Cocaine? The recreational drug of choice around here, I imagine. Whatever he's popped on, it's not as though he's alone. A couple of the others look pretty spaced too. And as I look carefully, I'd say they're all carrying.

Within an hour I had ten super cookies sitting on the kitchen table. BTW, I bet you’re thinking I’m a total freak right? Probably true, but what are you going to do about it, nothing right. You’re just going to keep on eating your hamburger, be careful not to spill any carcass remains on the page. Not long after, a face suddenly appeared on one of the cookies and winked at me, it said, ‘You need to give me to Jamie first. It’s my destiny!’ So I stumbled over the table and managed to crumble up all the Tylenol into a glass, I then added a splash of Jack Daniels from my Dads’ liquor cabinet and poured Coke in. I started thinking about taking a shower in Coke when the buzzer went off.

Then he's gone without a word and another cock takes his place. The cycle continues endlessly, relentlessly. My body is ruined in the best possible way. Sore and satisfied and still wanting more. Every orgasm makes me greedier for the next. Every cock makes me wonder about the one after. I'm addicted to this feeling. This anonymity. This being nothing but a collection of holes for strangers to use however they please.

Ace snapped, pointing to the door. "Nah, I was just wondering because my little brothers addicted to drugs. He sells them to him specifically" I rambled, pouring the disinfectant on my wound and immediately wincing. "Fuck sake, you made that look like it wasn't painful" I yelled, glaring at Ace who was laughing. "Pain doesn't phase me" He grinned, shaking his head at me. "What drugs is he addicted to?" Ace questioned with a raised brow. "Cocaine" I sighed, sitting next to Ace with a defeated look on my face.

Aleric Dolce POV. The walk ahead looked more dusty than I last remembered, the cracks on the bricked wall had increased as the three hefty men before us deeper into the underground. The place reeked of a strong smell I quite recognized. Drugs and cocaines that was. Ace Rocco and his gangs takes a lot of quantity of it to energize themselves before any racing competition and most times the drugs and cocaine they usually consumed always affects their systems in way that they become excessively happy and wouldn't realize the dangers they were putting themselves in while racing.

“I am aware you were addicted to cocaine last year. You had no choice but to stop because your dealer got arrested. You help me, I will become your new dealer.” “I quit already!” I replied firmly. “And you know what? I'm glad I did. It did no good for my life. I've quit, I don't need your deal.” “Oh, is that so?” Duncan asked, a smirk on his face. “You will change your mind, Julia. Once addicted, always addicted. Take my deal and I'll hand you all the coke you'll need forever.”

I wasn’t expecting it, and I looked at him. “Act like we’re dating and this night will go a lot smoother,” Ken whispered, as we got up to the door. “Why?” I asked. “Everyone thinks that Ken only dates floozies,” AJ laughed. “So I’ve heard,” I smirked. Ken huffed, and ran a hand through his hair. “They weren’t floozies,” Ken groaned. “Dude half of them were strippers, and the other half were prostitutes,” Bryan added. I looked at Ken with wide eyes.

The moment I sat down, a waitress appeared beside me with a glass of whiskey on ice. Right on cue. I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “Oh… you’re here.” Dan suddenly rushed into the room, looking slightly nervous. “I wasn’t expecting you until Friday.” “Well,” I said calmly as I took another sip of my drink, “today must be your lucky day.” Dan forced a laugh. “Of course. I’ll bring your dancer immediately, Draco.” He quickly disappeared again. I shook my head and finished the rest of the whiskey in one swallow. You’re probably wondering why people call me The Draco.

I went on banging, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed in front of a room, my skin burning. Then, the door opened, and I heard a woman's voice. Sweet and damn too addictive to my ears. I never forced myself on women, nor did I go around sleeping with them. I kept my needs in control. I had no intention of throwing myself at her, but the drug was fucking with my head along with that woman who smelled exotic. I didn’t have any clear memory of how she smelled—hell, it had been six years. It was all a blur afterward. I recalled nothing after I indulged her. The next morning, I woke up, and the earring was the only fragment of truth left in the room.