His Beautiful Addiction Novels & Stories

Carissa knew all too well the excruciating pain of broken bones, having experienced it in her youth. Even with pain-relieving decoctions or acupuncture treatment, the agony remained sharp and penetrating. Carissa felt her heart break as she asked, "What about the addictive drugs he was using before? Is that still a serious issue?" Sebastian replied, "The drug he was taking is called Peony Bliss. It is indeed addictive, but considering his current condition, he seems to be managing well. Did he experience any discomfort during the journey back to the capital?"

But deep down, I always wanted to know what it felt like to accept gifts and not feel insulted or guilty. Crazy, right? Yeah. I was a breathing contradiction. Because why was I craving something that I hated? It made no sense. “Oh, there you are.” The cheeky voice of my best friend brought me out of my funk. She was heading in my direction, dressed like some Latina badass. Smokey-eyed makeup and those cowboy knee-length boots. Skirts so short you'd see her black panties if she bent a bit. Cleavage, bold and fucking tempting. She was a striking, loud beauty. Curly blonde hair that screamed wealth. I was a quiet beauty, brunette, silently curvy, more natural without the extensions, nails, lash

Jackie muttered under her breath as she watched her best friend leave. Cassie arrived at her school's prom, looking beautiful and breathtaking. Anyone who saw her will think she was a princess but that still didn't stop the whispers and the gossip. "Hi Cassie." "Hey?" Cassie replied, lost in Adam's breathtaking smile. This guy is every girls dream and she was lucky to be with him. "Care for a drink?" Adam asked as he stopped one of the waiters before she could even reply. "Here." "Thanks but..."

Dion came down first with his perfect and elegant demeanor, the flashes of the cameras were already shooting at him and waiting for the beautiful lady that always followed him. However, something was different this time, he had spent more time in the car and he seemed a bit unkempt. One side of his hair was not arranged properly and from the corner of his face, there was a slight stain... a red stain... "Do you see that?" "What?!" "That is... is it lipstick?!"

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

She explored my arms with her hands, like she could feel the twitch of my muscles from my workout. I was drunk on this pussy, so fucking addicted that if I tried to get sober, it would kill me. After a long night running a city from the shadows, I longed to bury myself deep in the most magical pussy I’d ever fucked. It turned this man into a teenage boy. Turned this sober man into an addict all over again. “Fuck, sweetheart.” She gripped my arms as she moaned in my face. “I love you, Bastien.”

“You could convince her to quit?” He nodded. “Yeah. If I dated her, and I liked her, I was hopeful that I could be… enough.” William leaned over and patted Beau’s arm. “You are enough. She’s just in too deep at the moment. He’s like a warlock or something that messes with their minds. He becomes an addiction, and while those aren’t easily broken, it is possible. Beau clasped William’s hand. “Thanks for your help, and for getting her home safely.”

Day said quietly. “It’s fucked. We are fucked, because if either of us was going to walk away, it was going to be me. But I can’t. Not now. I’m more than addicted to him,” I whispered. “Talking to him just now made me realize. Addiction hurts, but not this much. Addiction doesn’t slice your soul in two if you’re apart.” My best friend took a deep breath. I knew. She knew. I looked Mish in the eye, too afraid to meet my best friend’s gaze. “For some awful reason, I am completely in love with the guy. And emotion and addiction don’t go well together. It’s as painful as it is pleasurable, but I can’t stop.”

She’d told him about Lowell’s attempts at recovery, about his inevitable falls from grace. She’d told him about the way it had been before, when she’d worked in other jobs, and had dropped them to rush to Lowell’s side, only to find herself heartbroken and lied to, again and again. And occasionally sacked, to boot. Addison had told him about the good times peppered in with the bad. About how close she’d been to her twin once, how for a long time the only thing they’d had in the world had been each other. “But that wasn’t quite true, because he also had his addictions,” she’d continued. “And he always surrendered to them, eventually. No matter how much he claimed he didn’t want to. And then,

Sensing that the worst has passed, I say "You haven't told me how beautiful I look" "Beautiful is such a tame word. You're exquisite baby. Every inch of you is perfect and mine" his hand comes up to my face. His thumb dusting my cheek. I swallow, the rest of the world falling away and leaving just us two. I want him. I want him to give me his body. I want him to love me so much that he can't breathe when I'm not around. I want to be his world. "What is that look?" "What..." The lights go off. Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************