Death Addict Novels & Stories

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

She wiped the tears off her cheeks and leaned weakly back. “I didn’t get the treatment. Instead, I felt like I was ruined already. I wanted to ruin myself more until I died. That’s why I started buying drugs. I remembered that feeling of losing control over my mind. Forgetting everything that happened to me. It became an escape from reality. As a result… I became a drug addict before I was barely an adult.”

“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.”

This is what we have known, will damage a person’s life. A drug addict, under the influence of drugs, can do or commit any crime that he may not be able to do or commit in his normal state of mind. He can go to jail anytime, kill, or be killed anytime. A drug addict has no life or future unless he stops and takes a new life. This is what one can become and the type of future and life one can inherit or build for himself, just because of choosing bad friends.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

Damien It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey's begging didn't affect me—that it didn't send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I'd been there—I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I'd drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now? This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin—she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.

They’d told me so with crystal clarity. I threw the fistful of pills across the room. Damn, my pitiful existence. I scraped my nails across my scalp, tugging at my grown-out hair. I silently screamed and rocked back and forth, hating myself for the fucked-up filth I’d been addicted to behind my family’s back. I should have stood right up and made my confession over Sunday roast, or sought out therapy from a professional who wasn’t my fucking wife. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

“Please. I need the Adagoril. Just one pill. Please.” She studied me. “You look like an addict, honey. Another reason why I can’t give you the Adagoril.” “Please…” I begged. “You know what will happen to me if I don’t take it. I will die. Please, I don’t want to die.” “Then you should have thought about that before becoming an addict.” “It’s not like I chose to be this way,” I retorted, almost yelling. “I didn’t choose to take Adagoril. My aunt made me addicted to it. I only thought that it was something I needed for my heart.”

As Charles exhaled, he looked Tony dead in the eye. "I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone else that comes through these doors without firsthand knowledge of the struggle- and yes I struggle with addiction too. Addiction is not purely selfishness. There is indeed a physical component- do not mistake me, willpower and the desire to change are the cure. An addict becomes an addict at first because they have the brain chemistry conducive to euphoria. That's why only some become addicts after injuries and pain killers. That's why addicts get dope sick too.