Stephen King Addiction Novels & Stories

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

Trying to look strong "I've never had sex with anyone before. I can fight you on it or you can give me time to get ready before we do it" Two large steps and I'm glaring down at her "Fight me? Do you think you can overpower me?" "No. But forcing someone, even if that person is your wife is still rape. Is that how you want this marriage to start?" Never. I want her willing and writhing and begging for me to fuck her. I want her screaming my name the entire time because she can't have enough of me. Not because she's trying to push me away. But I also know what will happen when I finally take her. This obsession will turn into an addiction. I can't tell which is better. But I know a lot about

Kai said, praying that his observations was true but he seems he was wrong cause the guy didn't even bother to look at him nor nod his head in agreement. "Since you don't want it Alex, I'll just read it for you." Kai knew he was testing the wrong man but still he wanted to be sure whether he was right or wrong. He unfolded the letter and was about to read it when a cold voice stopped him in his action. "Read that letter Kai and I promise to make sure you'll never speak again." "Jackpot!" ******** Cassie sneaked into the mansion, praying wholeheartedly that Ma'am Maggie would be so busy that she would forgot she ever had a maid named Cassandra. Unfortunately for her, not all wishes come true.

Feeling the heat of the male’s body mingling with his own, his lips grazing his ear, warm breath brushing his skin—it was another kind of torture. Another hard thrust, and Mason’s hand flew to his mouth as he threw his head back. Fucking hell! A devilish smirk graced Stephen’s lips. His voice low and taunting. “You're doing pretty well, little mate. You need to see the way you ass kept sucking me in” Stephen graze his teeth gently on neck. “I can't get enough you… You're like an addiction drug. The more I get, the more I want.” Mason’s eyes went shut again. “C—can’t… we… j—ust do it… at home… instead?” He breathed.

I feel the heat radiating from him making me swallow hard, "I should be crying and feeling all bad not at verge of kissing another man. What kind of a pers-" "Shhhhhh," he presses his thumb on my lips, "you talk a lot you know." With that, he removes his thumb and replaces it with his lips. I think I might need to be enrolled in rehab because I just found my addiction. My hands move in his hair as his move on my waist, inside my shirt. Steven, I'm sorry but your brother is everything

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

It was somewhere in November and he was drunkenly wishing her a happy Valentine , she was now yearning to know his name. He had helped her and then got her a place to leave, he may act cold but deep inside him laid a good heart. Mariana drifted back to sleep, to think of it seriously it had been a long night. *** Marco groaned as he got out of bed, his head hurt like a bitch but how could he blame it when it was all his fault. Drinking was starting to become a habit, he was starting to stupidly rely on it. He hit the shower wondering whether Stephanie had arrived yet, she was used to spending most of every day at his house since Larissa wasn't back in town.

"No, but it indicates that Adis isn’t completely lost to his addiction. If only we could keep him away from the damn drugs..." "Not exactly the easiest task, considering he makes his living selling them," KC replies dryly, his cynicism cutting through the tension. "He needs to want to stop himself," I insist, turning to face him. "Who knows? Maybe this new Amber will be his salvation." "Or she could be the one to finish him off," KC counters, a shadow of doubt lurking in his eyes.

He again will not make any kind of mistake to let her go even for a day, no matter whatever it takes. A cold wave of fear ran down her spine witnessing the intensity of emotions in his dark eyes. It's like when an addict relapses, tastes it for the second time after somehow running away from rehab. The cravings are more powerful and the addiction is way more heightened than before. It scared her to such an extent that she almost felt thirsty. What she has done! It was the same Kevin with a more obsessive aura if that was even possible.

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying.