I'm Hooked On A Feeling Novels & Stories

“I’ll see you around, neighbor.” He turned on his heel and walked back toward his apartment, leaving me frozen on my balcony. I stood there breathing hard, my skin humming with adrenaline, my entire body throbbing with a deep, aching, unmet need. I sank back into my wicker chair, my hands shaking as I pressed them against my burning face. This was getting dangerous. Far more dangerous than I had bargained for. But God help me… I was already completely hooked.

But first I think I'd better take a shower to cool off my head. I turn on the shower and feel the hot water running through my body. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am losing control. It is consuming me. I am letting myself be carried away by this desire. I planned to bring her here and fuck her until I was satisfied, but from what I see, it's not working. Everything is going down the drain. Every time I possess her, it seems to be better than the previous time, and that just makes me want to possess her again and again. I am hooked on her. At this very moment, even though I have just been with her, I urgently want to be inside her. Feel her skin and her warmth.

Looking at perfect Greek goddesses is enough to make me sick. I run into my room and lock the door. The urge to bite myself is strong. Whiskey calls my name louder and louder. Nicotine cravings hit me hard. All these feelings hit me hard, like a blow to the senses. I don't want to feel. I don't want to exist.

While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer. I feel the blood drain from my face. Nausea rolls in. Guilt hits like ice water. He catches my eye again—subtle, unreadable—but there’s a flicker. He knows I know. Gwen leans over, whispering excitedly. “Isn’t he even hotter in person? The beard suits him.” I force a smile, stomach churning. “Yeah… suits him.” Under the table, my hands shake so hard I nearly drop the phone. I’m in the deepest shit of my life. And the dinner’s just getting started.

“That’s what makes it thrilling, isn’t it? That’s what makes it fun. And let me tell you something, love.” Suddenly, he kissed me on the cheek, and I immediately recoiled in disgust. My stomach churned in sickness, and I wanted to cry. God, I knew this was only the beginning, this kissing. I knew more disturbing things—things I had dreaded every time I’d ever thought of him, things that would stay with me and haunt me—would be done to me very soon. “Once you’ve tried it—because you can’t help yourself, because you’re curious—after that one time, you’re hooked. And, my sweet Mia, it’s the best thing ever. It’s like a drug.”

That girl knew how to suck the fun right out of a situation and i really couldn't deal with her nagging right niw, not When Russell was doing amazing things to my body, making me feel things i didn't even know were possible to be felt. I was on the moon, no scratch that, i was on fucking cloud nine. I felt like i was underwater, and it was the most amazing feeling, so much so that i wanted to stay there forever, no bother that i could actually drown because that was my situation right now. I was drowning in Russell and nobody was coming to save me. Not until the hook of my bra came undone did i decide to come up for air. "This is wrong." I cried while trying to bite back a moan.

we were lost in the rhythm, my hips rolling badly, chasing release until we both came undone again. I collapsed against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear, I felt a profound contentment, like we'd carved out a secret world just for us. Like play, what we'd started a few days ago was already coming to an end and I didn't know the way next.. "I can't stop thinking about you, about this. It's like I'm hooked, and I don't want to quit." My voice cracked a little, the admission laying me bare, fear and hope twisting in my chest.

Something inside me snapped, but not like before, not in pain. In rage. Cold, focused rage. “No more crying,” I whispered to the mirror as I stared at my sunken eyes, the dull shadow of the woman I used to be. “No more waiting.” And that’s when it popped up. A seductive ad, bold against the pale light of my phones screen: “Need to feel again? Escape heartbreak. Find your pleasure. Join ECSTASY. Your Discreet Hookup App for Adults.” D******d Now. My thumb hovered over it.

There is no way I'm going to hook up with someone like this. The drink burned down my throat enough to make me come alive. I took another shot and I can feel all my hormones resurfaced. It is as if they have been dead the whole time. I was definitely sure that Stellar was feeling the same way. I didn't know what the drink has done to me but I was suddenly feeling very excited. “ Let’s go and dance, “ stellar shouted. The music was getting loud.

She wants me. She says my name. And now there’s no going back. I sit at the edge of my bed like a man on the edge of the fucking world. Head bowed. Fingers laced behind my neck. Elbows on my knees. Breathing like I’ve just run a goddamn marathon. Except I haven’t moved a damn inch. I’m shaking. Actually shaking. From a sound. From her. That voice. That moan. That whisper of my name. It’s in my bloodstream now—poison and paradise all at once. A drug I never asked for but am already hooked on.