Death Addict Novels & Stories

Another couple fought over a lighter and a crushed bottle. God. This place wasn’t just dirty. It was a damn graveyard with the corpses still breathing. Drug addicts… once they start, they never stop. That little spark of euphoria? They’ll give up their sanity for it. Their families. Their futures. They chase that high to escape everything, even when it’s killing them. Our cars slowed to a halt. Doors clicked open. The second I stepped out, the stench hit me like a wall—vomit, urine, chemicals, sweat, and worse.

dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” “Why did you tell Kent then?” I fumed. I can’t believe they’ve kept this secret from me. “Well, when Kent was 17 he was already in a gang,” dad sighed. “I didn’t know dad had a gang, until I made my first drug deal with his gang,” Kent admitted. “Okay,” I sighed, finally letting everything sink in. “We were just trying to protect you,” mom assured. “I understand that,” I breathed, “But who is Ken Walter, and why did you sell me to him.”

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

"And as for the police—they don't have anything concrete on you. They can't raid you without a warrant and they can't obtain a warrant without evidence." "I just... I did the detox, Man," Mike whined. "You have no idea how hard it was. I can't be part of that world anymore. Getting dragged back into old habits. I want to—" As Mike trailed off, she heard him sniffing and guessed he was fighting back tears. Adam had mentioned his brother detoxing with something called Subutex but never went into details. All he'd said was a Subutex detox was faster and superior to a methadone one—a concept that had gone over Alice's head.

she asked him. “Because I don’t think that I am deserving of her. Ever since she walked into my life, I have brought her nothing but pain. Mom, I tried to kill her baby, our baby. I knew that she wasn’t going to have that baby and I made her live in that delusional state. I went shopping with her and got baby stuffs just so she could live and be happy” Jared said to his mom.

Everybody is afraid of me, even the other powerful mobsters never want to mess with me. This is my life, killing, darkness, bloodshed, and fucking. I am king, The king of this hell, I am the DEVIL . Dexter my third in command called me and said that Marcus the Mexican mafia boss got away before they could reach him and that he had taken the new shipment with him. My drugs! My arms! I just couldn't understand how. Marcus was... is our worst enemy. He destroyed our warehouse in Italy. he thinks he is better than me. They think he can take me down But he is wrong.

They brought me water, some light food and let me rest in the room. However, when trying to fall asleep again, I was haunted by a distressing nightmare. I clearly saw the night of my father's murder, a moment that I had deeply repressed in my memory. The images of the tragedy flooded my mind, and I felt vulnerable and lost again.

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

Amber had been young, but not all that inexperienced as she had already been turning tricks here and there to support her addiction to pills. Out on the streets, she’d kept herself off of Meth, Heroine, and Coke only because she was hell bent not to be like her mother. She had since understood how delusional her thinking had been back then, because an addict was still an addict. She had remained clean since she stepped foot inside the club five years ago. No easy feat when drugs were as easy to get here as blow jobs. She’d thrown herself into her training and then becoming the best sexual Goddess this club had to offer.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.