Death Addict Novels & Stories

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

I just looked down at my food and pretended that I didn't know what was happening when Danny chuckled. "If eyes could kill, Annabelle would have been a dead meat." He said. Forgive my manners by the way,I'm Annabelle Rivers. So it's not my fault that I forgot to say my name earlier. I bet most of my mates don't know my name because I'm know as the ugly,fat girl. "Could you go with us to see some movies this evening?" Frank asked. I'm not sure that question was directed at me so I kept quiet.

Ace snapped, pointing to the door. "Nah, I was just wondering because my little brothers addicted to drugs. He sells them to him specifically" I rambled, pouring the disinfectant on my wound and immediately wincing. "Fuck sake, you made that look like it wasn't painful" I yelled, glaring at Ace who was laughing. "Pain doesn't phase me" He grinned, shaking his head at me. "What drugs is he addicted to?" Ace questioned with a raised brow. "Cocaine" I sighed, sitting next to Ace with a defeated look on my face.

Whether she was part of it. Or being pulled into it. I didn’t know yet. But I was going to find out. Because now it wasn’t just interest. It wasn’t just obsession. It was something else. Something sharper. Something personal. My phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. I opened it. Stop digging. I stared at it for a second. Then typed back. Make me. A few seconds passed. Then— You won’t like what happens next. I almost smiled. Almost.

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

Before I could turn, Damon was standing outside the door with those cold red eyes as he slammed the door shut. The sound echoed, and the darkness closed in around me. “Damon!” I screamed, pounding on the door. “Let me out!” There was no response. The cold seeped into my bones, and the silence was deafening. I tried again, shaking my head, careful not to let those thoughts creep in but it was no use. Soon I began seeing the face of my late parents, the accident, the dead faces of the men I killed. Everything was as clear as the moment it happened but the problem was… I was alone, ready like prey for the darkness, my mental demons.

………we dropped Seline at the hotel and went straight to the club. Sweet wanted to get wasted tonight, maybe the alcohol would work it’s magic in helping him forget what it felt like when they hugged. F***k !! he didn’t know why he called her his drug Damn!! He’s already an addict cus’ now he needs more As Sweet got into the club, he swung into action, enjoying the night as much as he wanted. He needed enough alcohol in his system.

Now what you’re going to do is fucking simple, I want you to become a fucking drug to Diego, more of a poisonous drug. Puzzlement clouded my face at the words. Poisonous drug? What does that mean. ‘I don’t understand?’ ‘He’s a fucking sex addict and once you get someone badly addicted to something, specifically someone, it’s hard for the person to pull through from it….. That’s what I want you to become, I want you to sex him every single day and have him totally intoxicated.’ ‘And then what?’ I questioned.

“I know you don’t believe me. Julian doesn’t either. She never believes me never or in me either. She thinks I am a little piece of shit that will probably end up dying of an overdose. Bitch say what? Why is he worried about an overdose? He is addicted to drugs? Shit. How did poor Kellan get involve in all these mess that seem to be drowning him into a dark void day by day and I want to help so badly. “What do you mean? Overdosing?” Tears were streaming down his pale face now. Poor guy. Now, I want to cry too because I cannot stand this shit. Not now and not ever. “I am addicted to cocaine.” He finally says. He still is? Oh my. I am not too worried about him dying or overdosing though and I