Romans & histoires Stephen King Addiction

“ What did you do that for? “ I asked Val weakly after remembering how I got sedated by her and tried to get angry at her but I couldn't. “ You weren't in your right senses. You were talking gibberish so I had to sedate you, “ She answered and shrugged like it was no big deal. Did she just say the Almighty Ricardo D’Arrezo who is feared and respected was talking gibberish? I thought to myself. Normally, I should have gotten angry at her but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I began to panic. What if this coma changed me? I thought to myself. I couldn't afford to change because being the mafia king required me to be ruthless. “ Please examine me. I think I may truly have a concussion bec

And that was the most fucked up thing of all. --- THE END Or maybe just the beginning. Because addiction doesn't end. It just keeps burning. And we were both already ash.

"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.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

He spent the dreamy moment with your unconscious figure putting aside all of his hate, rage, negative thoughts about her for a moment. He had no intention to leave her like this in the dark cold room for the whole night but he was not in his senses to think what is right or wrong in that situation because he was not only drunk but also took drugs last night. He made this as his new hobby, First he just consume alcohol but when alcohol couldn't make forget his sorrow and he now consume Drug too . But no one knows about his new drug story not even his best friend Caleb. After the argument with Liam he got extremely disturbed. He went his new friend Scott to relief his disturbance. He could not

CHAPTER ONE Alex's Pov "Tell me what you're thinking right now." I stared at the message glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. It was past midnight, and I should have been asleep, but these conversations had become my addiction. Three months of talking to someone who didn't know my last name, didn't know where I worked, didn't know anything except the parts of myself I chose to reveal. "I'm thinking about how strange it is that you know me better than people I see every day," I typed back.

I lay there shaking, holes stretched and leaking, toys buzzing mercilessly, cum drying on my skin. “This is so fucked up…” I whispered, even as another unwanted orgasm built inside me. Lucas leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly. “That’s why you’ll never stop craving it, baby. Goodnight, our perfect little corrupted stepdaughter.” They left me there — bound by pleasure, shame, and the growing addiction to my own stepfathers’ filthy corruption.

“By the time we get home, that pussy is going to be permanently shaped for your stepdad and step-uncle’s cocks.” I shivered, already knowing I was completely addicted. To be continued…

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

Once I find her, whoever she is, I will never hesitate to kiss her, hold her, hug her, own her entire body, heart, and soul. For some unexplainable reason, I just wanted that person to be mine. Mine alone. Addiction, madness, whatever I can call how I feel, I don’t care anymore. That person is mine, and once I find her, I will never let her go no matter what happens. There’s no way I could.