Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

"I could do that repeatedly." She giggles as her hands move around my neck and she pushes her chest forward. "What’s stopping you?" I smirk, moving one hand from her face to the back of her head. "Nothing." I close the space between us and take her lips again, humming, when Veronica moans against my mouth. It’s a faint sound. A tiny sexual sound that makes blood pump to other parts of me, getting me a little over-excited. You see, that’s the downside of taking something you truly like– you quickly get addicted, and sometimes you lose control. Just like I’m about to.

, Abeer whispered slowly so that Khushi would not listen to their talking. "Yes Boss... Infact My whole team was investigating the case and we got a very big clue. The orange juice you were served that day in breakfast was heavily dose with a drug so that your mind would stop understanding anything related to your surrounding and you would not be in your senses anymore and that people took advantage of your situation ending up your life in that plan. So could you please remind that accident day and name the person who had served you that adulterated juice?", Luca asked in his deep voice.

I said, "but you two can just come on in." When I reached the cabana, I closed the curtains behind me. Kat had wasted no time passing around the vial of coke, and everyone started doing bumps. The club rats, the term I gave to people who lurked around the club looking for free drinks and party favors, actually were pretty, sweet, and grateful for our generosity. They were UNLV students who said their major was hospitality, but it looked to me like cocaine was their real area of expertise.

"Clara... that was..." "Intense," I whispered, curling up. Addiction deepened, the cycle unbroken. What now?

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.

Then Michael pulled out a small bag and dumped some white powder on the table like it was candy. “Cocaine?” I asked. He shrugged. “Don’t be a rookie. It’s nothing.” Ethan had already snorted a line before I could react. He laughed, eyes glassy. “Live a little, Kaiden.” I shook my head. “Nah. I’m good. Weed and whiskey are enough for me.” Michael’s smirk didn’t falter. “Suit yourself.” But they didn’t stop there. They poured more drinks, passed more blunts, and before long, the world around me began to blur. I was too far gone to realize how far they were pushing me. My resistance cracked. I don’t even remember when I said yes.

Sometimes I wonder if Aaric is made of some kind of addictive substance scientists haven’t discovered yet. He’s not addictive in the cliché way, like those brooding guys in overdramatic romance novels. He’s addictive like a 2 a.m. espresso—you know it’s bad for your heart, but you drink it anyway, savor the bitter aftertaste on your tongue, and start questioning every life choice that brought you there. Like now. It’s eight in the morning in his apartment. I just woke up, my hair looking like a failed audit, and him—that infuriating man—is already wearing his usual black hoodie and basketball shorts, with that smug little smile on his face.

The moment Derrell opened the door to leave, we found the same two old ladies standing on the porch with their hands on their ears and trying to listen to what was going on inside the house. "Oh! Derrell! We brought you so----," the ladies straightened their backs and mumbled in unison, "some cookies," one of them finishing when Derrell sped past them, not entertaining them tonight. "Where are the cookies?" I asked, getting their attention with my arms folded over my chest. "Huh?" The lady looked disgusted when facing me. "Let’s go, we don’t even want to talk about this filth," the other lady suggested, but I wasn’t done yet.

He stood up and walked out of the study “Where are you going to? I didn’t mean it when I said that you should cause trouble!” Xavier yelled after him “I am not going to cause trouble! What the hell? I am going to get a drink!” he said to Xavier He walked to the kitchen and pulled out a glass before walking to the bar and pouring his strongest vodka “I could use a glass too” he heard her say “You are pregnant. You shouldn’t be drinking. No alcohol for you” Jared said “It is just a cup. I am having a hard day!” Alice said

I wanted to avoid that, so there I was, eating stale donuts and avoiding bad coffee. We had some time before the meeting started and Mike was talking to a woman next to him who looked like she had just realized that she made a horrendous mistake by choosing that seat. "Yeah, so who does that? Fucking cookies. Sorry, effing cookies. Fucking Thin Mints, you know? Sweetest little kid and then some degenerate just helps themselves. Well, they're going to get theirs. Don't worry about that. They sell these Exlax cookies things. I took them out and put them in an empty Girl Scouts box. Do-si-dos. Who the hell eats those things? Anyway, I then pulled all the tp from the bathrooms. Happy eating, mot