Novel & Cerita Simply Addictive

"Superbad." I nodded once, internally excited, Superbad is one of my all time favourite movies. "Can't wait." Derek muttered, I smirked, knowing that he hates comedies. * * I watched the movie poker faced, it didn't feel the same as it had done two months ago, I tried to ignore Cassandra's weary glances in my direction, but it became increasingly difficult when she wouldn't stop until I gave her a reassuring smile in return. You can only fake enjoyment for so long before slyly retreating to the comfort of your own room.

- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course.

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

I leaned into him, exhaling. Draven was so fucking addictive.

Everything inside her twisted into a mess of wild lust and vibrating anxiety. She had no idea what she was doing with him, she didn't give it serious thoughts before she said yes. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. Brett was like an addictive drug. Once you've had a taste of him, there is really no turning back. She was hooked and it didn't seem like she wanted to be released either.

All vampires had the power to coerce almost every single person, into doing whatever it was they wanted them to do. Right now, I could feel that Matt had used his coercion on her, and that was why she was succumbing so easily, and feeling at home so quickly. Well, I didn't blame Matt for this at all, because right now the last thing we needed was someone who would delay us in making our plans. Even though I had forbidden Matt from using his coercive powers on anyone of us, I wasn't prone to it for some reason. I stopped him from using it because of my other friends who didn't have the same immunity I had.

He spun around, trying to keep the enemy in his sight, and all the while the voices grew louder, more distinctive. "Join us. Feel. You are so hungry. Starving. We can feel your heart stuttering. You need fresh blood. Adrenaline-laced blood is the best. You can feel!" "Join us," they cried, the entreaty loud and swelling in volume until it was a tidal wave rolling over him. "Fresh blood. You need to survive. Just a taste. One taste. And the fear. Let them see you. Let them feel fear and the high is like nothing you've ever felt."

I read through more investment opportunities Marcus had sent. "We're boring," Alex said after a while. "What?" "We're engaged, sitting on the couch on a Saturday night, working. We're bored." "We're comfortable. That's different." "Is it better or worse than exciting?" "Better. Exciting is exhausting. This is sustainable." I closed my laptop. "Why? Do you want to be excited?" "No. I just wanted to make sure you didn't." He set his laptop aside. "Because this is what our life looks like. Work and dinners and family obligations and couch time. If that's not enough—"

It was a charming figure I'm addicted to you, it's not just about love.