Romance Novel Addiction Novels & Stories

But still, he let himself burned in pain instead of using her. Luciana clutched her gown staring at the miserably shaking Damon. She gulped down heavily before questioning herself. What should I do? Love demands sacrifice. Patience and proves. And he succeeded in proving the depth of his love but will she be able to see it. ____________________________________ First of all guys. The drug thing is not true. There is no drug like this with an extreme need of having someone. So please don't take it seriously. It's an imaginary thought. There is no reality in it. Don't take it seriously. _____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple

“Ohhh” I loudly moan when i keep thrusting the dildo in my pussy. It’s summer now and I’m alone in our house because my family went to our hometown. I would rather spend alone in this house than to come with him. I always exploring about sex and I’m watching porn to, to know about it. I always do this touching my self. And I’m a addicted to it. I fantasize having three sex you know. And i think it’s challenging because you three will have sex.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

My chest ached like something vicious was gnawing at my heart, like a slow-burning infection stealing the air from my lungs. As beautiful as it was to love him, watching him be happy with someone else was agony unlike anything I’d known. He was dangerous. I’d known that from the start, from the very first time I admired him. I should have walked away then, before the fire caught. But I hadn’t. I let myself fall deeper, until he became my sweetest addiction. And now… now I am trapped. Because once you’re addicted, you can’t imagine quitting. His ocean was beautiful, yes—but beneath the depth of its lingered shadows. Darkness. And now, for the first time, I realized just how easily that darkne

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

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.

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

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.

Without any alternative, she was forced to fall back into prostitution again. The two of them hit it off straight away. Benedict went back for Yvonne every night. They would start talking about their life stories after sex. A deep affection began to grow between them. Yvonne, who was more than ten years older than Benedict, looked after him like an elder sister. He finally experienced what it felt like to be taken care of. They were caught in a whirlpool of passion. Their biggest problem was that both of them were flat-out broke. She suggested that he could start saving up slowly by selling alcohol at the same nightclub. He refused to take on the humiliating job.

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.