Novels Addiction Novels & Stories

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Rocco An addiction was something that would consume your mind in whole till you had absolutely nothing else to think about, nothing else to want to engage in, but that, and Leanne Devin was my new addiction. That night I laid in bed, I could picture every second of it like a movie playing on repeat in my mind. It was absolutely fascinating. Every small whimper that got buried against my mouth as I kissed her, how her fingers curled against my shirt, and how hesitantly she kissed me back. I replayed all of it till I drifted off to sleep.

he sighed,”Now my corporation Bank's Industry isn’t really what it seems. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mom and Kent walked behind dad, and stood by his side. “Chambers Industry doesn’t invest in stocks,” he sighed, “We’re a drug business. A gang as a matter of fact.” “What?” I began,”Are you serious?” “Yes he’s serious,” mom sighed. I stayed silent and tried to process all of this. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I raged. “We wanted to protect you,” dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

Meekey hadn’t seen this kind of life in years—quiet, ordinary, safe. Vanessa returned with a plate—eggs, toast, a strip of bacon that still popped grease. Meekey ate like she hadn’t in days. “You staying clean?” Vanessa asked without warning. Meekey looked up. “Yeah.” “You sure? I don’t got time for games, Meekey. Not with a kid in this house.” “I’m clean,” she said, firmer. “Been clean a long time.” Vanessa nodded, watching her. “I’m not asking for a handout,” Meekey added. “Just a place to crash a night or two. I’ll be outta your way soon.”

And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched. These stories were addicting. And as I continued to read through them, I felt my body heating up more and more. To an insane level, frankly. Almost as bad as it was just a few days ago. I also discovered that my main addiction was the daddy-daughter stories. They were completely my favorites. I'd probably need to talk to a therapist at some point to figure out why that was. (That was the little joke I made up to lighten the mood in my head.)

I’ve had an absolute blast writing it— but I’ve also cried and laughed along the way. I hope I’ve provided you with an enjoyable reading experience, despite the tough times my characters have endured. In the event you or someone you know is going through ANY mental illness/addiction/gender identity crisis ECT feel free to take a moment to read about each resource, and the character attached to it. I’ve gone through my fair share of addiction, and I’m here to tell you that you’re not alone. Alcoholism/Substance Abuse - Vasilisa Krovopuskova. National Council on Alcoholism and Drug Dependence, Inc. (NCADD): 1 (800) NCA-CALL (622-2255)

I wouldn’t have cared if it had happened before, before him, but now his absence, the way he was withdrawing from me it was making me slip into the dark. And I was slowly starting to realise that I wasn’t just falling for him, I had already fallen too far down that now he was like my new addiction. Without him, I felt like I have nothing to hold me right into the light. And with that the cravings for other things were knocking back. Just yesterday, it had taken everything in me to not drain the bottle of bourbon I spied in his study. But I couldn’t not please the addict inside me so I poured myself a glass and sipped it slowly to last it a little longer. Antonio had pulled me out of the deep

I stood there for a second watching him push out into the street with four books and the easy confidence of someone who'd just made a friend in forty seconds that I hadn't managed in five visits. Then I followed him. The coffee next door was, in fact, better. We sat at the bar the way Italians did, standing technically, though we'd claimed two stools at the end. Alex had his new novel open on the counter and was reading the first page while his espresso cooled. "Don't read while you drink that," I said. "Why." "Because it deserves attention." He looked up. Then he looked at the espresso. Then he closed the book. "You have strong opinions about coffee."

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.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.