Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Addiction

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

, he begged, "do not let me go through this, as it would be so hard for me to bear. I'm already at a point of intense grief at what had happened today. I'm sorry for what I did and I promise it won't happen again, but please do not deny me my happiness and also remember that, contrary to what you think, it will also make my working for you much more effective and easier." I waved him off with a flick of my hand," "don't worry, I'll get you a diary and a pen, and I'm very sure you will get along just fine with writing my daily routines into the diary I'll give to you. Come to think of it", I was sitting in the front seat so I quickly opened the dashboard and brought out a book that had been t

When I got home, Aiden was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. "Isabella... why are you back so early? Did something happen?" he asked, clearly surprised. I ignored him and walked straight to my room. Today had officially become the worst day of my life. Even worse than the day I lost my job at the club. Everything had gone downhill from the moment I danced for Draco. My life had twisted in a direction I never asked for. I knew how dangerous he was. I knew the kind of man he was. So why did my body react to him the way it did? Why did I shiver under his gaze? Why did I crave his touch when I knew it would only lead to chaos?

"Three more days until graduation. Then I become Alpha and no one will ever hurt you again. You'll be my Luna and they'll have to respect you." I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt. For three years at Riverbend University, I endured hell. Male wolves grabbed my ass in hallways and called me easy. Female wolves spread rumors that I slept with professors for grades. They called me whore's daughter every single day because Mom dared to date again five years after Dad died. But Jaxon made it bearable. My fated mate, the future Alpha who loved me in secret and promised salvation was coming. His hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I gasped when his fingers found me al

As I left the mansion later that night, legs shaky and Damien’s warm cum still leaking from me with every step, the memory of being fucked against the railing while a party happened below burned hot in my mind. I had come here to become a better writer. Instead, Damien Cross was turning every chapter of his book into my real-life corruption. And I was becoming addicted to living dangerously on the page… and on his cock.

Whether she was part of it. Or being pulled into it. I didn’t know yet. But I was going to find out. Because now it wasn’t just interest. It wasn’t just obsession. It was something else. Something sharper. Something personal. My phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. I opened it. Stop digging. I stared at it for a second. Then typed back. Make me. A few seconds passed. Then— You won’t like what happens next. I almost smiled. Almost.

Each kiss fuels it, each slide of his hands across my chest and sides urge me on. Each time he sinks into my pussy and wrings moans from my throat, it proves one thing. This isn’t a one-time affair, this is addictive. The thing about addictions? They have so much power to hurt you, and without them…without them, life is torture. How will I survive walking away from this when I know the bliss I can find in his touch? “Stay with me, Angel,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine as he drives into me, pushing away each depressing thought.

“You’ve given me everything I never knew I needed. Your massive cock owning every inch of me, the BDSM pushing my body and mind to their limits, the voyeuristic thrill with Alex and Elena watching and participating, the risks that made every fuck feel alive, and the profound love and aftercare that grounds it all... this is our perfect, happy life. I’m yours forever, your addicted slut, your partner, your everything. No matter what the future brings, our flames will never dim.” We made slow, gentle love one final time that morning, missionary, eyes locked, his thick cock grinding deep inside me as we came together softly, reaffirming our eternal bond. The novel of our lives would continue in

“You are such a fucking addiction… I should have made you mine long ago.” He kissed me again but this time, full of passion it made me weak.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.