Romance Novel Addiction Novels & Stories

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

"Roman..." "Yes babydoll, feel what you do to me. This is what you do to me. This is how you make me feel. I'm fucking addicted to you and you have no idea. I'm obsessed with your whole being." He moaned and I couldn't even tell if we were still dancing to the song or we were just straight-up dry fucking. The dimmed lights were the only thing covering how embarrassing and desperate I looked and I couldn't be more thankful for it. And as if that wasn't enough, a shameless moan escaped from between my lips.

I shouldn’t have liked it. But I did. I liked the way he said it. So calm. So sure. So fucking dirty. And then he kept going. “She’s not just my mate,” Damon said, his voice dropping into that place that always made me weak. “She’s my obsession. My addiction. My sweet little Omega that I ruin every single night.” Oh fuck.

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.

I can't listen to any more of this. “Good luck fucking your Father's butler.” I stood, taking my bag. “Where you going?” She pouted. “To study, something you know nothing about,” I smirked. She flipped me the bird. I laughed out loud and left the class. Down the hallways, everyone was giddy about their dates. I was the odd one. The girl with no dates. How I hate my very strict and boring life. I got to the library and returned the book I was reading. I was gonna leave but stopped and grabbed a dark romance book.

*************** CHAPTER 45 ~Arianna’s POV~ The soft rustle of paper filled the quiet office as I worked through the documents Damon had given me. The numbers blurred together after a while, but I forced myself to focus. Anything to keep my mind off the kiss and the emotional storm he’d left behind. My lips still tingled when I thought about it, and that was maddening. I was supposed to be angry, but instead, I felt like I was walking a tightrope, teetering between fury and something far more dangerous.

A standalone novel from the Daddy Series. 🌶🌶 If you enjoyed my book Falling For My Ex's Dad, then you would love this even more. Forbidden love. Love triangles. Passion. Obsession. And a dangerous addiction that threatens to consume them both. Kiara's POV "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Lisa slammed three glasses on our table, tequila sloshing over the rims. "I don't think..." "Don't think!" Amy shoved another glass into my hand. "Tonight is about NOT thinking, remember?"

And I asked, " Shall we have a drink and a small talk?" The cold and frozen heart that never showed any sympathy since I was six, started jumping. She nodded, her smile looked like a soft touch of cherry blossom. She nodded with that red face, as if she was hoping I would say that. That new emotions within me was different than ever I felt. Loving someone could be hard but it was like an addiction. You will struggle to get rid of the addiction. She became my addiction. Like other dates, we had our first time. We both agreed that we shouldn't have let our alcohol took away the best moment of our life.

But he'd heard people speak of addiction - of that incessant, agonizing yearning, of that craving that was impossible to deny, no matter how much you knew you'd regret it in the end. That's what he felt around Sloane. He'd spent his entire life avoiding addiction, and he'd stumbled into it anyway. Thrown himself into it, consequences be damned. One kiss, and his entire body thrummed like a plucked bowstring. His pants were too tight, his skin burning, his lips pulsing with the taste of her. One kiss, and he felt like he'd had a hit of some exotic stimulant. He stalked down the corridor after Sloane and the others. If he couldn't control himself, then he was no better than any of the other ba