Romance Novel Addiction Novels & Stories

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.

A man who deserves to have her for the remainder of my life. Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “While you were away, I woke up every night expecting to see you standing there.” I had stayed awake every night, wanting to be here. Dangerous, so dangerous. She could become an addiction. I am well aware of what happens to men who can not get enough of gambling, liquor, or opium. I have to put a stop to my growing obsession with her, of wanting to be in her company.

It wasn’t the strangers, the shadows, or even fate itself. It was me. My surrender. My obsession. My choice to let him consume me, even when I knew it was reckless, dangerous, and forbidden. Even as he disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth: the collision of desire and danger had changed everything. My world, my heart, my body, my mind—everything was consumed by the fire he ignited. Some obsessions aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to escape, and impossible to forget.

“I’m going to keep you full of my cum every day. I’m going to fuck you in our families’ houses. I’m going to make you crave me until you can’t imagine life without your enemy inside you.” I came again, weaker this time but no less intense, my body completely surrendered to him. As we lay tangled together afterward, his cum leaking down my thighs and his strong arms holding me possessively against his chest, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn’t want to escape. I was addicted to my enemy. And this dark, forbidden marriage was only just beginning.

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.

I hiccuped and quickly looked away. “Sorry about that,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed too. “It’s something I can’t really control when I’m with you. Give it a few minutes and it’ll go down on its own.” I nodded, heart racing. “It’s fine…” “So,” he continued gently, “you wanna tell me or not?” I smiled shyly and shook my head. “It’s okay. Yes… I have masturbated before. But I’m not like… an addict or anything.”

My mum was working too hard, sometimes I felt she needed a break. And that was how I ended up working for bars and clubs. Not a shitty business I've not done before, and yes that include drugs. My boyfriend Sammy, he sells drugs, and that was how I got in myself. At first as usual, I was scared but then I got used to it. It brings in more than enough cash needed around the house and for fees. But we were still in dept, I needed more. I walked straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I had my bath and dressed up fancy, I sat opposite the mirror and brought out Ana's makeup kit, not a thing I do everyday, but whenever I wanted to meet up with Sammy, make-up became one of my thing.

He whispered. "Sure,why not." I replied then Frank nodded. Hmm,my high school wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it'd be. I was happy and Frank swept me off my feet with these little things he did for me. I didn't need expensive bags and clothes to be impressed. So I was honestly impressed and more in love with Frank than I have ever been. Maybe he liked me and that's why he was mean to me earlier. I heard that when people try to suppress the feelings they have for someone they turn around to be mean to them. Maybe that was the case between I and Frank Kingston. Maybe now, he's more matured and knows that it'll do no good to suppress his feelings. I had hopes. But I wasn't letting him kn

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

And right now, with Seraphina beneath me and daylight streaming through the windows and Elena somewhere in this house, probably awake, probably wondering where I am— I don’t care. That’s the truth of it. The ugly, inexcusable truth. I don’t care. I push her legs apart and she opens for me immediately, already wet, already ready, and when I slide inside her, the rest of the world disappears. This is what addiction feels like, I think dimly as I start to move. Not the high itself, but the way it makes you stop caring about everything you’re destroying to get it. The way it narrows your entire existence down to this one need, this one sensation, until nothing else matters.