His Beautiful Addiction Novels & Stories

"Then stop this. Stop hurting me. And killing yourself. Let us be away from each other because we are toxic for each other." Dylan chuckled and started to walk towards his living room." I know. We are." He placed her on the sofa and carefully changed the bloody bandage. Also applied ointment on her swollen hand. He stared in her sad eyes. "I know we are toxic for each other. But what should I do. Because no matter what I do. I can't live without this intoxicant." "And this intoxicant is you. My princess." Addiction is bad. But not when you're in love because addiction of love so a healer itself.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

But his tongue, sweet baby Jesus, his tongue in her mouth, doing things to her she never thought were even possible, kicked all her common sense out of the window. She pressed into him and flung her arms around his neck as she straddled him, her legs winding loosely around his waist. He tasted like insanely expensive cognac or bourbon. Whatever it was, he'd drunk enough of it to leave her intoxicated. But she didn't care, and at that moment, as his hands fumbled with the buttons of her sleep shirt, his hot lips on her neck, Eden finally understood one of life's sad truths—how addicts were born. No one sets out to be an addict.

"You have such a rotten luck being paired with someone like me," "Someone like you? You mean badass, offensively attractive, and sexy as fuck, strong, independent?" I asked, and she released the most angelic laughter. "You are nuts. Are you sure you are not on drugs? You can be honest with me," She ran her fingers on my body so naturally. "You caught me. I'm fucking high on a drug, and it's called Cirilla Bane. I'm addicted," She gasped, feigning shock. "That sounds so dangerous. You should get yourself clean. It's definitely not healthy,"

"Bet she's here for Killian Voss. Childhood sweethearts, right? Families have been pushing for an engagement forever." "Not official yet, but come on. Alpha King and the Thorn heiress? They're such a perfect match." I slide their coffees across the counter with my best fake smile plastered on. "Your oat latte—careful, it's hot. And the double espresso." They grab their cups and drift away, still chattering. "Speaking of which, Killian Voss hasn't had any scandals lately, has he?" "He's the Alpha King—it's not that easy to catch him on camera."

His heart felt this seething pain as if different daggers had been aimed right for his heart. That night he drowned himself in whiskey, the same whiskey he had brought all the way from Japan to enjoy with his fiancé. The paparazzi had already gotten a load of the news and were now rubbing salt on his wounds. To make matters worse, Joanna eloped with her lover making him look like ' less of a man' as the paparazzi said.

anyway that is not my business" she scoffed before walking away. Bella walking out of the rest room when he meant Jason, " maybe waiting for some one she taught and his eyes meant with her, her heart beat raised rapidly,, he stride towards her with that unbeatable smile, " I wouldn't fall for his trap, I will never, she taught trying to maintain herself, but her eyes betrayed her, because she found herself staring at him" always handsome" she taught Bella we need to talk, he said smiling, I don't have time she replied staring away, but he grabbed hold of her hand, and draw her away, ignoring the stares from some of the students.

For Christina to do… this? But how had they possibly found out about his addiction? It was so far from public knowledge… Even his best friends didn’t know. Even Kade only thought of him as a “womanizer.” They had no idea about the meetings, the counseling, the long uphill battle to escape the frantic, all-consuming need… The need. God, the need. And this impossibly gorgeous woman in front of him. Just offering. “So this is your plan? Your bribe?” He knew his voice was getting tight. He hated how obvious, how transparent he was. How after all this time, control was out of reach. “You’re going to seduce a sex addict?”

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.

Eros I saw Landon waiting for me inside, when he saw me he patted my desk and looked at his phone again. He really has a bad addiction with his phone. I sat down and forced him to talk to me for a while until our room got full and our teacher showed up. Everyone sat straight and became attentive. Our teacher greeted us and we greeted back in unison, ending our greeting with the school motto "Ad velle et potentiam, ad pulchritudinem et cerebrum." To Will and Power, To Beauty and Brain.