Death Addict Novels & Stories

I had to tell him. "Lee...I'm an addict.” I stated. "A drug addict. It started after my dad left. He wasn't paying attention to me at all and so I started doing a lot of bad shit to get his attention and when that didn't work, I started using to make the pain go away. Started off with coke and...escalated quickly." "You were only sixteen when he left." Lee said quietly. "You started doing drugs that early?" I nodded. "But things didn't get that bad. I had a boyfriend who didn't like me using so I stopped...until we broke up and then I was right back to it. I paused a little again when I started here, but once I got my footing...back to drugs."

A man who promised every single week that he would quit. That things would get better. That this was the last time. They never did. The debts grew. The threats started. People began showing up outside our apartment demanding money. My mother sold her jewelry. Then her savings. Then everything else. Nothing was enough. Because addicts don't just destroy themselves. They destroy everyone around them. Eventually my father overdosed. Just like that. Gone. Leaving behind nothing but debt and broken promises. I remember standing beside his grave while my mother cried. And I remember thinking that maybe things would finally get better now.

would come. Because she was already addicted. And addicts don’t walk away clean.

He kept shoving his hand into my breast to pinch my nipple, and anytime I whimpered, it distracted a playing Kylie who was jumping up and down in anticipation of the new year sparkles. He removed his hand from my breast and walked it down to thrust his longest middle finger into my pantless core. I moaned loudly and quickly covered it up to avert our daughter's suspicions. "Aaron stop! You will get tired if you eat me several times" I said and he turned to me with a serious expression. "I can never get tired of you because you are my woman. You are my addiction. I can't get enough of you. You are mine and I'm yours" he groans and it didn't take long for me to start rubbing my core around his

I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying. Call me sick bastard, if you want. I know a part her of hates me for taking her away from her family and the people she cares about and also for hurting her, but I know a part of her wants me and this is very attractive to me. I plan to turn the hate around. When I'm with her, she halts my thoughts and the war inside my mind slowly chases away the devil in my mind. I stare at the ceiling. My lips curve into

have such access, that was done by someone we trusted, for sure! Mommy was busy on her exploits with her lovers lately. Maybe he was entrusting others too much to check the operations in our other factories so something like this happened. We should figure this out immediately. I saw the news on the internet and all that, Mommy was supposed to be in charge of that drug den. I even read something that maybe I was part of it, too! So is there also a guard here to watch if I run away? I scratched my forehead and just had a headache reading the articles. If I hadn’t just received a series of texts and calls I wouldn’t have stopped.

He added, walking towards the window from where the streetlight was falling on his back and coming at us through his sides. "Hurt me, he loves me a lot and you know that too," I pulled Maddox close to me, our back facing the bed as we faced Jace. "Umm, but then he will have his son by his side. You know I figured out that you are as disgusting as him, so what if I kill Maddox?" He stroked his gun on his chin, "Listen first! I mean, how sweet it will be. Everything you will see in each other’s eyes is missing that little devil. Back to zero," he laughed.

"Be a good girl. There has to be something you are good at apart from trying to kill yourself." I rolled my eyes. "I apparently have not perfected the art. And you, sir, saw me just a few minutes ago." He shrugged. "Not my fault you are like a fucking drug. Now, I would like it if you just let me sleep. I didn't come here to talk." I snickered, finding this back and forth rather funny. "I am a drug, and you are a... let me guess. An addict?" He didn't reply, and my fingers slowly massaged his scalp.

The sharp, pointy end of its needle flashed with an ice-cold light. “The person who wants revenge on you says that you’ve lost your memories and that you don’t remember what an addict you used to be. It’s been more than four years, and you haven’t taken any more drugs. However, this dose will help you remember who you are… These drugs are the purest, most euphoric, and most addictive latest products. Once administered, you’ll never be able to quit, no matter how strong your willpower is. You’ll become a slave to these drugs forever. I wonder if Mr. Larson will still marry a useless thing like you then!”

Ace kept following me around, blaming me and mocking me, shouting at me and driving me insane as I ran hoping he would never find me but he always did. And then I bumped into a random guy who gave me some pills for free because he felt bad for me. Since I took those pills, Ace has stopped following me but it was too late, I was already addicted to them. I started to try out different variety from cocaine, nicotines, anti-depressants, cigarettes, alcohol, weeds, painkiller, sleeping pills; you name them all. The days I don't take those pills, Ace came back, stronger, angrier and scarier. I was helpless.