Saving Abel So Addicted To You Novels & Stories

I read the first paragraph. Then I read it again. Then I'm not reading it at all, because what I'm seeing is a man with scars up his forearms holding my—holding her daughter with one arm like it was nothing. Like he'd done it ten thousand times. Like the weight of that child was mapped into his muscle memory. The whiskey burns going down. Good. Something that registers. I don't care. That's the operative phrase. Sera Winters moved to another city, found another man, built another life. This is the desired outcome. I severed the bond so she could do exactly this, and she did it. Efficiently. The timeline's almost impressive.

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 Days had flown in a blur of intoxicating, uninterrupted sex. Ever since I had run back into his arms and told him to return home, neither of us could get enough of each other. We had turned every single corner of his house into our personal playground. From the bedroom to the couch, to the dining table, to the kitchen counter to the bathroom... we had sex everywhere. It was thrilling, fun, and deeply addictive. But it was also necessary, because I knew our sweet, uninterrupted sex was about to come to a temporary halt once S&K Music officially introduced me as their newest signed artist.

"Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?" She went still. I answered for her. "Two of mine were broken. And you told me it was Chloe being young and foolish, that I'd had a bad attitude, that I should just be the bigger person and let it go. So tell me — exactly how big a person do I have to be to just let go of two broken ribs?" My mother opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Behind us, Chloe shouted, "Mom, don't beg him! Let him leave if he wants to! This family doesn't need him!"

It was the perfect plan. Next read: The Perfect Plan, it’s a spinoff of Addicted to You and features Travis’ and Tiffany’s story.

I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's underwater But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing,

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

Abel, his voice filled with authority and menace. "Please, spare my life. I beg of you," Dr. Abel pleaded desperately, fear evident in his voice. “Keep quiet," another gunman snapped harshly at him. "If you try to make a noise or attempt anything funny, I will blow off your head.” "I promise to cooperate. There is money in my safe, and I'm willing to give it all to you. Please spare my life," Dr. Abel pleaded, tears streaming down his face. “Who needs your money? Shut up, I don't want to hear anything from you again,” the gunman ordered sternly.

“What nonsense are you spilling out? Who dares kidnap my woman?” “Your woman? Aren’t you so funny?” “Keep quiet and make sure nothing happens to her because if anyone harms her, you will be dead for sure” Abel hung up. He rushed out of the bar and headed to the East Coast.

I gat toys 🎵 🎵 If Abel pops at you🎵 🎵 You pray for Hades not to welcome you 🎵 . . . To be continued ©2021