Death Addict Novels & Stories

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

The doctor confirmed that the drug was a narcotic and prolonged use of it was very harmful, that week was indeed crucial as Michael Deloux wakes up screaming for Marcella and asking for the drugs, he was always agitated and throws things when not given, Derek had flushed all the drugs down the toilet and it hurts to see his father crying like a child while seeing for his dose, Marcella would rot in jail, he promised, "dad you have to be strong, you'll overcome this I promise" but his father wasn't getting stronger, instead, he was gradually fading, he had no choice than to take him to a rehab facility. His father screamed at him, cursing him when he was being taken away, tears flowed down Ka

This man, who was once my adversary, had unexpectedly become my mate. In a shadowy alley, a figure cloaked in dark blue stood silently, clutching a white bag filled with a potent drug known as Drain. This substance, aptly named, would gradually drive a person to madness with continuous use. Like many drugs, it offered a euphoric escape, only to slowly destroy the user. It was a means to eliminate an entire pack of consumers, leaving even the wolves vulnerable to its effects.

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.

I wanted to shove my cock into something, someone—a woman. “And why do you need them?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. I wasn’t an addict, at least that was what I convinced myself for the past six years I did drugs. I was sent to rehab after nearly dying from an overdose, and that was how I found the new hobby—women.

"You’ll shift and crash the car? You’ll kill us both? Sit back, you pathetic addict. You’re lucky I’m even taking you back." The word addict stung, but it didn't have the power to stop the itching. I began to scratch my forearms, my blunt nails digging into the skin through the expensive fabric of my shirt. I needed the haze. I needed the silence the drug brought, the way it muffled the screaming voice in my head that told me I was a failure.

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

When I go back to my old life, if I ever go back to my old life, what then? I walked around like an empty shell when I wasn’t distracting myself with studying or getting high. Frankly, being here has kept me sober longer than I’ve been in the past 5 years, combined. Because every day, every, single, day, I was taking Adderall if I was working on projects, taking edibles to put me to sleep, or smoking pot to make the day bearable. I’m the definition of self-destructive, and it’s by the grace of God that somehow, I’m still alive and only a borderline addict.

After I found Odessa and realized that she was perfect for my sexual need, I disbanded my human trafficking ring, I personally do not like that line of trade, stealing, fucking and then selling of women was not a business I enjoyed or pride myself in but that was the most efficient way I could get a lot of women to satisfy my urge and at the same time not have them tell anyone or make it known to the world I am a sex addict. Odessa came and made me feel very satisfied, I never saw the need to have a harem anymore and so I got rid of all the women, but after Odessa got shot I became trapped, at first I stayed by her side and did not want to did not feel the effects as I stayed by Odessa side