Death Addict Novels & Stories

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

I was descending the hallway of the hotel, and for the first time in my life, I was helpless. I banged on doors, desperate for help. The drug was taking over me, making me gasp for air. That fucking pair drugged me without checking the dosage. I went on banging, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I collapsed in front of a room, my skin burning.

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.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

His amber pupils were covered by black lenses, and his angelic pure eyes became dark. Just as Jack was about to leave, the doctor stopped him. "Wait a minute!" Jack turned around. The doctor handed him a bottle of crystal pills and said seriously, "I heard from Sean that you had a relapse. I just gave you a checkup. Some resultes don't look good!" "I'm fine." Jack gave the bottle back to the doctor without thinking. But the doctor shoved it back into Jack's hand. "You're fine, but the people around you are in danger!"

Drugged. ***********

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

“I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident” “What nonsense he never had drugs he was clean and hate drugs,” Adair said after hearing what Alex said not believing his words, “I am not lying, I don’t know how or where but he got addicted to it later he started having illusions and that takes his life nothing else after he got in an accident I got

He didn't want to startle her lest she bolted or clamped up. "I always thought that my Dada dying was the worst thing that could happen to me," she shook her head, laughing humorlessly. "But then Deen happened and it was then I knew what it felt like to hit rock bottom. He supplied me with drugs you know. What started as a one time thing turned into an occational thing and from then, I became an addict."

I suddenly felt a gentle squeeze in my hand as Keir whispered in his magnetic voice, “I am sorry. I didn’t know about your mom or I wouldn’t have asked about it.” Smiling at him, I only managed to mumble feebly, “It is alright.” Suddenly, noticing some green sparkling powder, I asked curiously, “What is that? It looks beautiful.” “That is Addicto, a rare and poisonous drug. Don’t even look at that,” Keir warned instantly, pulling me closer. He added irritatedly, “Damn! That stall is overcrowded. I don’t understand why everyone is paying to buy death.” While giggling, I pointed at another stall, “What about visiting that stall? It is called ‘Angel’s den’. Do you wanna meet some angels?”