Novelas y relatos de Sinful Addiction

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Revolves the very concept of a person’s desire, the fault and very core that demons feed upon and angels cry for. THE LUST Lust, or lechery it is intense longing. It is usually thought of as intense or unbridled sexual desire, which may lead to fornication (including adultery), rape, bestiality, and other sinful sexual acts. However, lust could also mean other forms of unbridled desire, such as for money or power. THE GLUTTONY Gluttony is the sin that tells and depicts an overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste. As it means to gulp down or swallow.

~♧~• Pleasure is a sin. The body receives stimulation and pleasure is conceived no matter the circumstances, it does not matter who is producing the stimuli, the body will always react accordingly. That is why pleasure is a sin, most times those gratifyingly thrilling moments of sinful indulgence resulting in enrapturing, wholly consuming, addictive pleasure- override conscience and logic and makes us forget that every form of action breeds a corresponding consequence …. Or the word in plural. I felt awful, terrible, feeble and like the worst sinner to ever exist and I wanted to crawl out of my skin, but I could not deny that the Devil was tantalizing me.

Any one of them could whisper what they saw and heard straight back to him. But I didn’t care. Not now. I was too far gone... too stupid, too reckless, too addicted to the sick, beautiful thrill of this sin to stop. This wasn’t just wrong. It was poison. And I craved it like air. Domenico’s palm met my ass with another sharp, deliberate smack that cracked through the air like a whip, dragging my frantic thoughts back to him. He didn’t like sharing my attention. He didn’t like my mind wandering. He wanted me completely, every sound and every breath. That much was obvious.

They’d told me so with crystal clarity. I threw the fistful of pills across the room. Damn, my pitiful existence. I scraped my nails across my scalp, tugging at my grown-out hair. I silently screamed and rocked back and forth, hating myself for the fucked-up filth I’d been addicted to behind my family’s back. I should have stood right up and made my confession over Sunday roast, or sought out therapy from a professional who wasn’t my fucking wife. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

"You're probably the only girl in this entire school who thinks that. You know, most girls would be dying to be sitting on a plastic chair next to me." "Yeah, and I'd rather die," I scoffed. "The more you offend me, the more I think you're in denial that you find me attractive. I'm telling you, the first step to addiction is admitting you have a problem." "And what is my problem?" "Your problem is that you find me so handsome that it's addictive, so you feel the need to offend me as a way to convince yourself otherwise." "If that helps you sleep at night," I laughed.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

And when Angelo asked me if I wanted to fuck her, I swear my whole body got heated and I wanted to kill him in his fucking place, watching the blood slowly leave his body. Mostly because he's right. I want to fuck her, rough and painful, so I could get her annoying face out of my fucking head because it's messing with me. This is not me and I don't know what is happening to me but it has to end soon. I can't be distracted by some fucking annoying girl. I'm so caught up in protecting this damn family and its reputation along with all the disgusting secrets that I'm just neglecting myself. I need to get laid.

This changes when the desires to experience immediate pleasure invade the human mind. It is at this point that the members of the circle of friends become a bad influence on themselves. At these times, harmful behavioral trends begin to emerge. Victims of the illusion of happiness that immediate pleasures give us, we fall into compulsion, which, based on repeating acts, harmful habits are formed in the mind that lead to addictions. These addictions are not just those that are already familiar to us. The addiction to immediacy, and that of wanting to live only based on the satisfaction of ephemeral desires are also quite harmful. However no one identifies these. This behavior causes us to ha