Novels Addiction Novels & Stories

WU Addiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel. ~ Wu is a softie. Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.

There is another addiction I have got since we moved to this place, but I don't know the name of it. Reading books. It started one day when Ramon took me for a walk, there I saw an old man sitting by the street selling books and for some reason, I stopped and stared at him until Ramon caught me starting at those books and gifted one to e. To be honest, a part of me thought, I don't know how to read but when I started reading, it was like I am unstoppable. And adding fuel to the fire, Ramon has been feeding my addiction quite well.

"I thought it was good because my father wasn't around, and I could do everything on my own terms. But I knew I was overdoing it, and I couldn't stop. I knew I had a problem, but I couldn't stop." "Nora..." she felt Nathan's hand on her face, and turned to him. "Then I met you, and everything changed. I really wanted you so much. I loved you with all my heart, and it was scary. It was scary because you saw my addiction. The problem I hid from everyone else, you saw it. You talked about it every time. You called me out on how my body was my only asset, and you inspired me to change." "Fuck!" "I really tried, Nathan. It was hard. Sometimes I thought I would die from how hard it was. But becaus

"Uh!!!" "You want to be my good girl, don't you?" His dark eyes found mine as the dirty words fell from his mouth. "I...I..." I couldn't make coherent sentences with his breath hot against my pussy. His finger pushed deeper into my wet hole, and the curse that escaped his throat was so seductive it made my pussy even wetter to allow easy access to him. Why was I enjoying this so much with my boss? Why— All my thoughts were thrown out of the window as he pushed another finger inside me, his tongue catching my clit again, and my eyes rolled backwards into my head.

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

“Are you ready to be my slave, Mafia Boss?” He smirked. I could see the desire burning in his eyes. “I’m yours, my queen.” I grinned widely. I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Yes. Who would have thought? The man I met in that club would be the same man who brought happiness back into my life. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with him. Whether as his personal slave or his wife. Because now… I can be both. The End. Ameiry Savar © 05/26/2026

The top millionaires and billionaires came there to gamble away while some others mainly came there to watch others play, hang around at the casino bar, or watch women sing and perform sexy dances. There wasn't a day that went by that the casino wasn't packed which made me draw a conclusion that having a gambling addiction was worse than that of smoking cigarettes. A man screaming at the receptionist in the lobby caught my attention, making me stop there. And I recognized him immediately. He was an assemblyman and one of the top people I hated so much.

All of a sudden she felt she couldn't look at him and looked down. How could one human being have such a huge effect on her body. He lowered his head sniffing on her hair before hiding his face in the croak of her neck. They could both feel the emotions.. The deep new feeling between them. It was dangerous but beautiful. What if it was going to eat them up slowly like a Russian poison that turns a silver fork to black but she didn't care. She was far addicted to him, he was her drug.. A special drug only made for her and she wanted more.

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

Ivanna Venessa's words had affected me. When Christian talked like that, Venessa's words flashed in my mind. Why would I do it? I don't know about habits and addictions. However, I can accept that Christian is my addiction which I can not give up. I'll think about him and talk about him for hours. I don't need anyone else to explore. What will I do by exploring? I'm living in my tiny world which is enough for me.