Spencer Reid Addiction

'THE BIG FOUR': Steven Chase Baron Sage Iphan Carter Kane Richmond A group of gangsters who for their own interests, build up a conglomerate with the label, 'X-HABIT'. Their activities are no different from vices, but their main aim is to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. Betrayed by one of them, the conglomerate fades into fragments of two: X-HABIT and ICE, syndicates of their own, tugging at each other's throats. Steven's regime faces out, but he leaves behind an heir, who continues the game: shuffling, dealing and cutting cards, playing tit for tat. The heir? He's Adrian Chase. A drop dead gorgeous billionaire, an Adonis and New York's shaker. Out of the blue comes 'THE MEN', a rival who watches Adrian keenly and has eyes on everything he's got. This only lengthens the saga, creating another pile of screwed up shit. Aside from Adrian's lethal life, he's got an allergy - WOMEN. Only a quartet add up to his living: his daughter, his step sister, his step mother and his nanny. The rest are no lesser than muddle-headed, fatuous bitches. Well, there's that 'bitch', a naive Megan Stones whose world crumbles when the cold jaws of death snatch her parents away, leaving her with a mouth to feed. She is a college drop-out who's a waitress and a washer-up by day, a stripper at night. Fate punches some buttons, Chase and Stone happen to meet. Strings are pulled and sparks fly. She quenches his allergy and ignites in him, an addiction: HERSELF. Their love story has its fair share of thorns but after many times of falling and rising, they solemnize their love in holy matrimony. After tons of games, gut flaunting and bloodbaths by these rival syndicates, X-HABIT is ascribed the glory.

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

The mayor was in a car accident and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. My boyfriend, Joe Reid, wanted our junior colleague, Melissa Cross, to become the mayor's savior, so he convinced the entire department to delay the surgery while waiting for her. She was late because she had been making her special herbal drink. The mayor's life was hanging by a thread. If we did not act fast, we'd all be in serious trouble! I pleaded with them to start the surgery immediately, but all I received was accusations. "You're just jealous because Joe promised Melissa a permanent position. You're trying to ruin her chance to impress the mayor, aren't you?" I dropped to my knees and begged my colleagues. Only then, reluctantly, did they agree to proceed to the operating room. I served as lead surgeon with Joe and my colleagues assisting. After twelve hours, we finally saved Mayor Richard Carter's life. Afterward, our entire department received a massive bonus from the mayor. Both Joe and I were promoted. Yet on the night of my promotion, Melissa drugged me and had me locked in the hospital morgue's refrigeration unit, where I froze to death. Meanwhile, Joe led the entire department in lying to the police. "Kimberly Hayes had corrupt medical ethics. She stole credit for saving the mayor's life from Melissa to get promoted, then killed herself out of guilt." I died with my name destroyed. Melissa used this opportunity to secure her permanent position and even became department director with Richard's help. My father believed there was more to my death and fought for justice everywhere, but Joe had him committed to a psychiatric hospital where he was beaten to death by other patients. Only after death did I learn the truth. This was all a conspiracy between Melissa and Joe. Melissa was too afraid to be lead surgeon. They delayed everything just to replace me! When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day Joe led the entire department in waiting for Melissa before the surgery. In this life, I would not stop these ungrateful colleagues from destroying themselves.

In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat. [Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?] I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world. Me: [I'm busy.] I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me. But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation. [Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?] [We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.] Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?] I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.] The group exploded instantly. [Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.] Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over. [No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it. [We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father. When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze. Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad? But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter. And Vivian was two months younger than me. I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

Le jour où mes parents avaient divorcé, la pluie tombait à verse. Sur la table, il y avait deux accords. L'un disait qu'on resterait dans le vieux quartier avec notre père, endetté à cause de son addiction au jeu. L'autre disait qu'on partirait vers la côte avec notre mère qui allait se remarier avec un riche homme d'affaires. Dans ma vie précédente, ma sœur pleurait et insistait pour suivre notre mère, tandis que j'avais préparé mes bagages en silence et j'avais suivi notre père. Plus tard, papa avait arrêté de jouer, il était devenu riche grâce aux démolitions et il m'avait comblée de soins et d'affection. Mais chez son beau-père, ma sœur subissait une froide indifférence et on ne la laissait pas sortir. Elle avait fini par mourir de dépression. Cette fois, quand tout a recommencé, ma sœur a arraché la cigarette de la main de papa et s'est accrochée à lui sans le lâcher. « Clara, j'ai pitié de papa. Toi, va avec maman profiter d'une belle vie. Je te laisse les bons jours. » Papa est resté un instant stupéfait, puis il a caressé la tête de ma sœur avec soulagement. Je n'ai rien dit et j'ai pris le billet pour la côte. Mais elle ne savait pas que, dans ma vie précédente, mon père avait réussi à arrêter de jouer parce que moi, atteinte d'une tumeur au cerveau, j'avais travaillé pour rembourser ses dettes jusqu'à cracher du sang, et j'avais presque donné ma vie pour le ramener sur le droit chemin.

Alexandra mène une existence scindée en deux mondes que tout oppose. À l’université, elle a goûté à la lumière avec Marie, une passion solaire, tendre et libératrice qui lui a ouvert les portes d’une vie choisie. Mais le retour au pays sonne l’heure des comptes. Dans cette société conservatrice où les silences sont des lois, Alexandra retrouve Claudine, son amie d’enfance, son miroir sombre, celle avec qui elle a scellé un pacte charnel bien avant de connaître le sens du mot "trahison". Claudine n’est plus la jeune fille d’autrefois. Devenue une psychologue à l’intuition chirurgicale, elle lit dans les hésitations d’Alexandra comme dans un livre ouvert. Elle sent l'odeur d'une autre sur sa peau, elle devine les secrets cachés derrière ses sourires forcés. Pour Claudine, l’amour n’est pas un partage, c’est une conquête. Elle n’accepte pas la défaite. Prise au piège de sa propre culpabilité, Alexandra s'enfonce dans un double jeu dangereux. Elle tente d'apaiser la bête en se soumettant aux désirs de Claudine, acceptant de s'isoler avec elle dans un chalet loin du monde. Là, entre les murs de bois, Claudine déploie son arsenal : une domination psychologique impitoyable mêlée à une exploration érotique sophistiquée, utilisant des matériaux sexuels pour marquer le corps d'Alexandra et effacer, par le plaisir et la force, le souvenir de Marie. C’est un huis clos étouffant où chaque étreinte est un champ de bataille. Alexandra pourra-t-elle feindre la loyauté assez longtemps pour s'échapper ? Ou finira-t-elle par se perdre définitivement dans l’emprise exotique et toxique d’une femme qui connaît ses zones d’ombre mieux qu’elle-même ? Entre la douceur d'un avenir possible et l'addiction d'un passé qui refuse de mourir, le choix d'Alexandra pourrait bien la briser.

Sebastian Manchini est un monstre déguisé en dieu grec. La ville craint son nom. Les femmes implorent son contact. Et moi ? J'ai eu la malchance d'être propulsée directement dans son monde. Je m'appelle Lily Garlo, j'ai 22 ans, je suis étudiante et je ne rêvais que d'une vie simple. Mais dès mon premier jour de travail, je suis entrée dans son bureau sans savoir qui il était. Il m'a coincée, m'a déshabillée et m'a dévisagée comme une proie. Tout a basculé ensuite dans le cauchemar. La dette de mon demi-frère envers la Cosa Nostra est devenue ma prison. Un soir, j'ai été entraînée de force dans une soirée fastueuse qui s'est avérée être mon propre mariage… avec Sebastian Manchini. Je n'ai pas remonté l'allée de mon plein gré. On m'y a traînée. Il me possédait. Il me dominait. D'un simple regard, il pouvait me faire tomber à genoux. Puis il est mort. Du moins, c'est ce que je croyais. Des mois plus tard, anéantie par le chagrin et une fausse couche – j'ignorais porter un enfant –, son jeune frère Dante est arrivé et est devenu mon seul refuge. J'ai recommencé à respirer. J'ai recommencé à ressentir des émotions. Et puis… Boum. Sebastian est revenu d'entre les morts. Plus dangereux. Plus impitoyable. Et il est venu me réclamer comme sienne. Cette fois, il n'y a pas d'échappatoire. Je suis enfermée dans sa cage dorée, prisonnière de son amour empoisonné… et une partie de moi brûle encore pour le monstre qui a ruiné ma vie. Il était le roi de la mafia – le doux poison que je n'ai jamais demandé, et l'addiction dont je ne peux me défaire…