Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Addiction

He devoured her like a hungry lion, roaming every corner of her mouth to his heart's content. Like an inferno on the edge of combustion, Al couldn't stop himself from his new found addiction, an addiction he was willing to explore all night long, forgetting everything that existed around him. Writhing, twisting and convulsing, Anna couldn't help the quivering of her body like the aftermath of an earthquake. She felt so hot. If not for his hold on her, she might have crumbled cause his mind blowing kisses were making her shiver and her legs would have definitely given up on her.

I just cried and was upset and angry. I am right all along. You won't gain anything from romantic love but pain. Because that's not true. People just tend to believe about it because it's the ideal. There is always a cheater, there is always a cheat. There is always pain. And I will never consider the latter part for myself. "Eat first, Audrey," Ate Delia said. "Just at school," I said and left the mansion on my own. My head was aching so bad. I didn't just drink cocktails last night. Fortunately, Enzo stopped me because he might have had to put me to sleep in the bistro. Coincidentally I can't get in now. We still have a presentation.

And as Jacob explained, she was divided about whether to believe what Jacob was saying or to laugh at the story he had made up. "Astral vampire? Soul sucker? What was that? A piece of fiction? What the hell are you trying to plant in my brain, huh? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Claire said angrily. What did he think of her? A teenager obsessed with reading fiction stories? But truthfully, Claire really liked reading fiction stories before. It entertained her. She loved it. But even though she is addicted reading to it, she still knows how to separate reality from fiction. And Claire thinks, what Jacob was telling her was plain fiction.

And so I continued to deceive, silently scheming to bring a life into this world under the shadow of my father's will. As the melancholy and romance intertwined in my heart, I realized that love had the power to heal the deepest wounds but could also expose the darkest secrets. Carla's love, unyielding and steadfast, had kindled a fire within me, a fire fueled by guilt and sorrow. I longed for redemption, to confess my sins, and release the burden that threatened to drown us both.

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

All he had to do was toss his bitch to the side to have what he really wanted. Although, I can't blame him completely. I know what it's like to have an addiction, and that is exactly what Cassie was. An addiction to the pleasure she could give him. It had nothing to do with love, it was all lust. But when he was finally able to let it go, he I will admit, I've never seen him happier.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

The large living room smelt like alcohol, sweat, sex and expensive perfume. There was a handful of men and women double their number. Each man had two women pinned to them, either dancing with or on them. I looked around for water, hoping that I would be invisible. The music abruptly stopped and I looked at them again. One of the men, the most handsome of them was standing with a remote in one hand and a glass in the other. “You’re alive,” he said with wonder, tilting his head to the side and studying me. “I thought you'd died with how long you've been up there,” he chuckled and walked towards me. He stumbled slightly and that was when I noticed the slur in his words.