Stephen King Addiction Novels & Stories

“And wear the rest to bed. I want you sleeping with your stepbrother’s cum on your skin.” He helped me clean up just enough to look normal, then kissed me deeply before slipping out of the bathroom. I stood there alone, face and chest marked with his cum, pussy still throbbing. My stepbrother had just caught me with a toy again… eaten me out, made me suck him, and marked me with his load while our mom was right outside the door. The guilt was overwhelming. But the addiction was worse. I already couldn’t wait for the next time he stepped in.

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.

Elizabeth knew that the highest revenge she could serve Evelyn is turning the people she loves against her. What Evelyn doesn't know is that Natasha is addicted to drugs. Stephen found out about it and cut off her drug supplier. She nearly went mad because of it. Being denied drugs for three days, she could do anything to have one. Stephen told her to testify against Evelyn. Of course she doesn't want to, but her addiction to drugs forced her to do so. Stephen promised to give her drugs once she testified against Evelyn. She agreed and testified against Evelyn. Those drugs she's been taking have destroyed her immune system and are slowly affecting her mental health.

Wondering why she's going there, I answer, "Well, no. I mean, she's always smoked, but her drinking, and her temper seem to be getting worse. I figured it was from all the stress she puts herself through. Why?" "I think he might be feeding off her, too." Mrs. Stephens looks at us and shakes her head, as if knowing she's putting the puzzle pieces together too quickly for us to keep up. "Addiction is one of the easiest forms of energy they can consume." "So you're telling me that a freaking ghost is what's making Mom's addiction get worse?" I ask, hoping I'm wrong. "Without a doubt. If her drinking and the violence, even her anger, are getting worse, especially since you moved here, they're mo

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

He gasps, his breath suddenly laboured. “An addict?” I whisper to myself, shaking my arm down on the stool I previously occupied, while Kingston stares at me with utter horror. I know there’s a better way to do this, a less psychologically woeful way, but my brain is spiralling. “What is going on here?” Someone asks.

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

“Okay. I can do that.” “Good.” I straightened slightly. “Because if you miss something,” I added, “you become the problem.” His face went pale. “I won’t.” “I hope not.” I turned, walking toward the door. “Sir?” I stopped. “Yes?” “If someone used my access… that means they’re inside, right?” I didn’t turn around. “They’ve always been inside,” I said. And then I left. — By evening, I had three new reports. None of them were clean.