Novels Addiction Novels & Stories

Damien's POV I was so glad when Enzo said he wanted to head home himself because I can't control myself. I'm addicted. It’s not something I’ve dealt with before. I like control—need it. The first time I tried a cigarette, I hated it, put it out before I even got halfway through. I’ve never been the type to typically get drunk or let a glass of whiskey become a habit. I’ve never even touched drugs. I’ve always thought addiction was for people who didn’t have control.

He pushed two fingers into me without warning, curling them perfectly while he bit down on my other thigh. The stretch mixed with the bite made me cry out, hips bucking. Rowan laughed softly and bit my jaw. “Tell us exactly how addicted you are, Noah. Loud. We want to hear you admit it while we’re wrecking you.” I was trembling, sweat sliding down my chest from the fire and their bodies. Fresh dark marks were blooming all over me — purple on my neck, red on my chest, clear handprints on my hips and thighs. “I’m addicted,” I moaned out, no shame left in me.

I said as my mind went back to the ordeal I had just experienced. “A dangerous dream,” she whispered. “They’re into everything you can imagine—arms dealing, human trafficking, drug empires. They’re the kings of the underworld. The allure is undeniable, but they leave a trail of destruction wherever they go. Not even the hounds of hell have such a huge love for carnage and power as they do.”

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

And that was something he refused to allow, no matter how deep this structure ran or how long it had been operating before he stepped into it. The city stretched out in front of him as the car moved through the quiet of the late evening, lights flickering across glass and steel, people living lives that had nothing to do with the kind of system he was now entangled in. It almost felt disconnected, like two worlds existing on top of each other without ever touching. One visible, predictable, driven by rules and transactions. The other hidden, structured in silence, moving pieces without ever showing its full shape. And somewhere between those two worlds, he and Thea had found themselves stand

Sarah had become background noise. Mia was my addiction. And I had no plans to stop.

He spent the dreamy moment with your unconscious figure putting aside all of his hate, rage, negative thoughts about her for a moment. He had no intention to leave her like this in the dark cold room for the whole night but he was not in his senses to think what is right or wrong in that situation because he was not only drunk but also took drugs last night. He made this as his new hobby, First he just consume alcohol but when alcohol couldn't make forget his sorrow and he now consume Drug too . But no one knows about his new drug story not even his best friend Caleb. After the argument with Liam he got extremely disturbed. He went his new friend Scott to relief his disturbance. He could not