Romance Novel Addiction の小説・ストーリー

'' I admit I did a lot of things, But what I did two years ago I don't regret'' Novella Kanji Slapped Novella '' You ruin us, we were perfect together'' Kanji '' You're still the same after two years, You want to Hate me Fine go Head I have Face Worst But What you can Blame me for Is Why Our relationship end'' Novella '' It was your Who Ruin Us WIth you Drug Addiction, Gambling debts I try to best I could to keep together. But every time you would come back with more problems I thought I could handle anything. Every Day I was Scared For you, What was I suppose to do Let you Die'' Novella

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.

“You’re finally mine. Completely. No more hiding from it. No more fear that isn’t mine to control.” Raven could barely speak. She just clung to him weakly, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing softly into his sweat-slick shoulder. The full weight of her addiction crashed over her like a tidal wave terrifying, liberating, all-consuming. The blackmail, the threat of gang rape, the danger to their baby it all paled against the absolute need she felt for Damien’s darkness. She was addicted, broken, and utterly owned. Her phone buzzed loudly on the desk across the room, the sound cutting through their heavy breathing like a knife.

He never would again. "You think this is a game?" His voice was a rasp, like he was speaking from the pit of hell. "That ring on your finger? It’s a joke. Just like that bastard you want to get married to." Her breath hitched, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. She did love him, and love like that doesn’t disappear. Not really. Not in the dark, twisted places where it thrives. But now… now it was a sick addiction, a hunger that could never be satisfied.

If he knew he would probably hate me for ruining the good thing we had going. But I couldn't pull away. Matter-of-fact, I wanted to eliminate the space between us. I craved to feel his lips brush against mine. It was a simple craving that I knew would lead to so much more. I wouldn't be able to stay away from him. After my first hit, I knew I'd be addicted. To be fair, I was already addicted to him. I just hadn't realized until recently that my addiction stemmed from the feelings I had been trying so desperately to ignore. Now, being stuck in the same apartment as him for so long, forced me to acknowledge those feelings.

And I turned to puddle in his arms, my eyes looking up to stare into his. This couldn't be normal, right? It was temporary, and one day, I would be cured of this addiction. It would fade with time, right? The stark raving need in his eyes was maddening, driving me to the point of lunacy. I parted my lips to speak, but like an addict, I found my eyes moving down to those red lips, my fingers trembling slightly. He searched my eyes, and then leaned forward and slammed his lips against mine. Addiction.

Like it wasn't bad enough that she made me sit back and watch my brother, Roman, marry the girl I loved with everything I had. Every time I look at Savannah, I can't help but feel like she was meant to be my principessa.The daughter I should have shared with my sweet, sweet, Rose. Loving her was bad for the soul. It ate away at me until all that was left, was the bad. It was like chocolate melting on your tongue. It was Addictive in the sense that it left you feeling guilty for yielding to its seductive sweetness. Craving it like a potent drug.

She reassured him leaning back into his lips, they seemed to be her new addiction. - End Of Chapter 22: You & Us -

Then he came and sat down next to me. “So this morning,” he smirked. “Yeah I out ran all of you,” I chuckled. “No not that,” he smirked. I thought back to this morning then, I remembered back to when I fell off of the bed. Cuddling. “Oh god,”I sighed. “You were just cuddling up to me like there was no tomorrow,” he smirked. “Shut u-,” I was cutoff by the door opening. In came Dexter and Kai dragging a man who was doing everything in his power to get away.

“I need this forever. Your cum, your pain, everything.” We talked during the short breaks between rounds. “My old life feels like a distant dream,” I told him one night while riding him slowly. “College, friends, family… none of it compares to how you make me feel.” Damien gripped my hips and thrust up. “Because I broke you perfectly. Tell me how addicted you are.” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’m addicted forever. My body craves your darkness. I wake up happy when I’m sore from you.”