Stephen King Addiction Novels & Stories

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.

"You’re not helping, Jacob!" Zara said angrily. Jacob's attack on the soul sucker Hades, another of the Ampulex brothers, was a complete mistake. The Ampulex brothers rushed to the Dark mansion at the same time but ended up killing each other in an abandoned building far from most people. He didn't know where Zachery and Jayden were but he had a feeling that they would show up at any moment.

At this point, Stephen had already started tearing. In the past, before Stephen became the steward of the Wade family, he was an assistant who was always following Charlie’s father around. A few of his scoundrel friends had set their sights on him because he was earning a good and lucrative income. They had deceived him and tricked him into going to Macau, and he had lost all of his money at the gambling table. Stephen had degenerated and turned into a gambling addict. He began borrowing money from loan sharks everywhere just so he could go to the casinos in Macau to make a comeback and win back all of his money. As a result, the more he gambled, the deeper he fell into his addiction.

"I can feel it. The bond. Your blood calling to mine." He leaned down and sank his teeth into my neck. The sharp pain made me gasp, but then he started drinking. The moment my blood flowed into him, he thrust harder and deeper. A loud growl tore from his throat as the curse inside him reacted. His fingers gripped my hips tighter, almost bruising. "Oh, Kaven," I whimpered, my voice soft. He drank greedily while fucking me, each pull from my neck making the golden light explode brighter. The bond felt alive, dark and intense, two powerful lines twisting together to fight the curse that was killing him.

But she wasn't about to risk losing her medical license by injecting him again. "This drug hasn't finished clinical trials. You can inject it yourself. You don't need me." "But I need someone who can read my heart rate and knows how much to push." Dominic turned his face toward her. His gaze cut like a knife. "You know my case. You're good at this. And you did fine yesterday, didn't you?" He slid the syringe to the edge of the desk. The metallic scrape cut through the dead silence. "This drug is addictive, Dominic. You're playing with your life."

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

I was already addicted so having a little more won't change anything right. So I stayed up all night and continued to feed my addiction. My unhealthy addiction. -------------------------------------------------- I have nothing to say. So I'll make this short. Please vote, read, share and comment. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

Jack was killed, and Mason had taken control over Buckland's underworld, and here we were, under the terrible effects of his few year's rule. I really wished I was going to be the person to end his terrible reign, but then I had to be very careful about my wish, because even though I wanted a better Buckland, it was not easy to become an underworld boss here in Buckland. It came with its advantages and disadvantages. It made you enemies to many. Even as wonderful as Jack was in his time, he still acquired so many enemies. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are, you must definitely have enemies, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to have that kind of public attention.

"Not that bad? Not that bad? So you're in on this too? I should've known!" "Stephan , why are you blowing this whole thing out of proportion?," I asked him. "I used to earn my money like that. It wasn't good. Well, at the start it was. It was a drug and I was addicted. But then, it got worse and worse. I got jumped, mugged, hell I almost got killed once. I managed to get out," he told us. "I don't want this life for you." "That's not your decision to make," I told him softly. He shot me a small smile.

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."