Hazbin Hotel Addict Novels & Stories

I completed. I was not surprised when he fell on the floor among the flowers, "You want to kill me, yeah, I'm dead!" I laughed around his childishness, "You're not dead, remember that you have a choice, you will let me go to Dad." "That's not an option!" He snapped and sat up on the floor. He walked on his knees to where I was, sitting on the bench, he delicately took my hands in his, "Are you serious Hailey? That felt as if I was hearing things that could never be possible. I mean, how will I survive a day without touching you, you're my addiction, my drug! I will die if I don't use my drugs!"

"Yeah, fine. It was me...and I'd do it all over again too. I did that bitch a fucking favor and she knows it. All addicts think about is their next fix. She got one from me for free." Her satisfied response caught Whitney off guard, leaving Zette with the opening she needed to shove her EX away. As she was leaping to her feet, the sound of Whitney bursting into tears made Zette freeze in place. She didn't scream, or attempt to threaten her further, just sat crumpled on the destroyed carpet bawling openly. "Why!? You could've killed her, Criszette. She was drinking a lot tonight...those painkillers she's addicted to are fucking strong. Do you understand that? Even a little?"

So, how could he understand about amulets or witchcraft such as spellings to conquer women? 'Is this how it feels when someone is addicted to drugs? Always not very satisfied if only once and want to repeat it many times. The same thing with the pleasure of Darko kisses now?' Amanda thought, who had dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around Darko's neck. That man smiled crookedly between their kisses. Without the two of them knowing, they kissed in the hallway of the hotel room which is quite open and there is CCTV, even though no one was passing there.

Damon’s glare told me he wouldn’t speak to him but before he could do anything, a seductive saccharine voice interjected. “Allow me to help introduce our Lord’s little pet, Miss Arianna Draco. A human,” Trisha introduced with malice in her eyes. Fuck!

Yes, Maureen admits she is cheap for being weak in the face of the greatest temptation that greets. The sighs that came out were no longer able to be held back by biting her lips as hard as possible. No matter if it is a friend or even someone's husband, the space that limits her, the tiredness of resisting, Maureen is entangled in an addiction that keeps asking to be satisfied. The pleasure that blew away consciousness made Maureen trapped in distortion. Her body feels lifted high, then fully forced in. Maureen was wide-eyed to find herself clinging naked to Darren's lap.

The herb storage room was extensive with rows of carefully labeled jars and containers holding everything from common remedies to rare ingredients I’d only read about in textbooks. “We have the best facility in the region,” Margaret said with clear pride in her voice. “Alpha Corbin ensures we have access to whatever we need. These herbs come from our own gardens, from trade agreements with other packs, and some from as far as the Eastern territories.” She pulled down a jar containing something purple and crystalline. “This is moonstone powder. It accelerates bone healing, and we’re one of three packs on the continent that can source it reliably.”

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

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.

Isabelle moaned brokenly as she felt both men’s cum mixing inside her. They stayed like that under the hot water for a long moment, Ethan still buried inside her, kissing her neck softly. “You were amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I love you.” Isabelle smiled weakly against his shoulder, her mind reeling. “I love you too,” she whispered back. But as Ethan gently pulled out and more cum dripped out of her. A mixture of both men dripped down her thighs, Isabelle realized the terrifying truth. She was already addicted. And tomorrow, she would go back to Mr. Kane’s office without hesitation.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”