Shidou Here Comes The Dopamine Novels & Stories

"you feel so fucking good, Celine. I can't fucking get enough of you" His words made My eyes roll back again, my pulse hammering in my ears as he fucked me into the mattress. We started to move faster, both of our hips rolling and rocking against the other, harder and more violently. I moaned wildly, my arm muscles straining against his grip, desperately needing to touch him, but he kept them pinned hard to the bed, and the unrelenting power and strength of his grip forcing my submission was like a drug, a hit of pure dopamine to my frontal cortex I'd never felt before.

I am planning to hide it from the people I am not close to since I have trust issues. We are now near to our places. Everyone inside is quiet and sleeping. I tried sleeping but I can’t. Even I am trying to force myself and close my eyes, I don’t know. My tiredness suddenly vanished and I don’t know where it goes. I am currently listening to music when my favorite song suddenly played. Tadhana by Up Dharma Down. What a coincidence where Gio is beside me. I looked at him who is sleeping as well. The song has started and I got goosebumps. I get even more thrilled when his head suddenly slides to my shoulder.

Shiva said. "Yeah, I like this place too. The dim light helps me to hide my identity." "Haha, Yeah So, are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?" He asked me. "Shiva!" "Still holding up after 3 beers? Too bad, Yadav!" "That's nothing da. I came here to get rid of those annoying thoughts. Don’t bring it up again." "Ok ok!" He put his hands in the air. "You are going to pick up a girl from this dance floor today. Just dance. Try it." I told

"You see a problem solved, we are all going through something, and you know the only thing that gets us going is, you know that you have a Lord who loves you, who created you, you didn't exist in this world before, he brought you into this life, you have a purpose to fulfil and he's with you, that alone should make you feel better. "So summing it up, Khaddy God is always the answer to everything." "Yes talk to him, connect with him, and I bet you will feel a kind of tranquillity that you have never imagined." "Oh, Khaddy you are the best, I love you so much." "I love you too, take care of yourself, stay woke, I know you can do it, this is not going to break you, you are going to get through

Who was she, really? I shouldn't care at all. Maybe she was just trying to stir something inside me against Hayden. Whatever it was with Hayden and a girl before me was none of my business. But God, my inquisitive mind was getting the better of me. I needed to concentrate on my lecture. I scratched nonsense into my notebook: — dopamine pathways — limbic system — reward prediction error — Hayden Dylan? My pen hovered over his name. I scribbled it out so hard the paper tore.

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Tattoos disappeared beneath rolled sleeves while his cold gaze swept lazily across the room. Victor followed beside him with a mocking smile already on his face. Damian entered next, towering and terrifying, his mere presence enough to make several people physically step backward. Roman walked in calmly while adjusting his gloves, looking less like a businessman and more like a man who ordered executions before breakfast. And finally, Aiden Moretti entered. The kingpin. The room froze. Actually froze. Wine glasses stopped midair. Conversations died instantly. Someone dropped a champagne flute. The sound shattered through the silence.

A soft, steady rhythm, marking time in a way that made the silence between them unbearable. “I need to ask you something,” he said, stepping closer, but still keeping enough distance to make the tension unbearable. “And I need you to answer honestly.” Her stomach tightened. “What is it?” “Do you want this?” The words were low, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “Do you want… this?”

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

he asked, smug. I smiled weakly. “You said we drank lemon wine.” “No.” He blinked. “Exactly,” I snapped. “You said we drank cherry wine. The last image showed a lemon.” He stared. And for the first time, he looked scared. “Who are you?” he whispered. I smiled. “Someone you can’t rewrite.” Then I saw the label on the new syringe he was holding. Dazetropin. 5MG. Induces fog, fatigue, and emotional reset.