Novels Addiction Novels & Stories

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying.

A man who deserves to have her for the remainder of my life. Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “While you were away, I woke up every night expecting to see you standing there.” I had stayed awake every night, wanting to be here. Dangerous, so dangerous. She could become an addiction. I am well aware of what happens to men who can not get enough of gambling, liquor, or opium. I have to put a stop to my growing obsession with her, of wanting to be in her company.

With a deep breath, Sam reached over and pushed the red button, knowing he’d get his satisfaction at last. But it would only be temporary. Mia had wound her way beneath his skin, into his blood, and he ‘d become addicted. This was the sort of addiction that couldn’t be cured overnight. This was the kind of addiction that could destroy a man if Sam let it. He’d have to find a way to break free of her, but when she came through the door, staring at him with those wide, innocent eyes, her skirt barely long enough to cover anything, her shirt unbuttoned just to the lacy top of her bra, he knew this was exactly the sort of addiction that could bring him to his knees.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and said nothing, because honestly I didn't know what to say. You're right? Shut the hell up? The old Angelica would have yelled at him and stomped off to pout in the corner until some hot guy came up and offered his services. It was a way to gain attention, to get rid of the pain of rejection, the embarrassment. But that's the thing about addictions. They can be anything that numbs you to reality. And I'd drowned in them because I'd hated mine. Hated it.

“Huh? What are you on about? It has been a long time since the trend has ended. Right now, novels are mainly about heroes seeking vengeance after being betrayed by their companions." “Really? I believe the current tendency is about regression, reincarnations, or resurrections." The four of them then began to converse on their own. "Are you ready to go?" Eliza stated as she looked at me. I nodded as well. "I have some work to do. Let's get together later." "Sure yeah," Henry laughed, scratching his chin. He seems to have gone overboard with his novel addiction. "Where are we going next?" "There's stuff to do at our base, and...I fear my body is getting sore again."

I crossed my legs beneath the table and leaned back in the booth. He caught his tongue between his teeth and studied me for a moment. “A couple of years ago. And before you ask, no, sex isn’t an outlet for some monumental fuck-up in my childhood. I like sex, I had a bit too much, and I got addicted. It works the same way as any addiction. You get one taste, you want more and more, then suddenly you can’t live without it.” His eyes were focused on mine as he said the last sentence. The very same sentence wrapped around me, tightening my chest and ricocheting off every corner of my mind.

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

Well, today is different because someone is in my favorite spot before me. “Did you really have to follow me down here?” she said without looking up from her book. She was writing again, as usual. “Well, how did you get to steal my spot because this is where I spend some of my lunch breaks. And I wasn’t expecting to see anyone here, especially you.” I replied before I sat down next to her and dig into my backpack for my lunch. When I offered her some, she rejected it and closed her book, well I didn’t look in. I was curious but I didn’t want to appear nosy because whatever she wrote in there was her private business and since she hid it from me, it meant that it wasn’t for my eyes.