Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t let myself get саrrіеd аwау, thаt оthеr fасtоrѕ соuld have bееn іnvоlvеd, but ѕuddеnlу a ѕраrk оf rеnеwеd hоре bеgаn tо grоw іnѕіdе mе. * * * As thе wеаthеr grеw іnсrеаѕіnglу colder, mу dереndеnсу оn hоt chocolate ѕріrаllеd оut оf соntrоl. I соuldn’t hеlр іt; сhосоlаtе wаѕ mу аddісtіоn, аnd thе one place thаt mаdе thе bеѕt hоt chocolate bar nоnе wаѕ Jоеl’ѕ рub. Desperate tо fіnd оut аnѕwеrѕ аnd t о curb mу сrаvіngѕ, I dесіdеd to head over and рау Joel a vіѕіt.

I stared at the almond candy in front of me and sighed. I had told myself. No more almond candies But yeah I couldn’t stop craving even when I kept telling myself that I could do it, I could stay a day without taking one. I sighed as I stared at it sitting temptingly on the desk, I shook my head—Fuck it. I snatched the candy, tore the wrapper and sighed as the chocolate hit my taste buds. I was addicted to candies, especially almond candy. I couldn’t stay a day without popping one into my mouth.

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

The blade I'm playing with slices across my skin, the sting of it doing little to calm the anger, and the taste of the lollipop in my mouth, muted, so I ditch it in favor of food. Letting my Sweetness feed me wasn't easy, and now that we aren't alone I'm back to shoveling in anything I can find when no one is around. It's a habit I'll never break, one imprinted on me as a child in a house that frequently had none, and established when I lived on the streets at the ripe age of eleven. “Secure,” I answer the light vibration as soon as it hits my palm. “Secure,” he confirms back. “I need a single distraction tomorrow night.”

I was addicted, not only to sex but also to sex. I think all this joy is quickly coming to an end. “S-Seth… "Seth, I think Michael is back."

Bash gulped that down in one go and indulged himself with it. Suddenly, Bash felt dizzy and excused himself to wash his face in the toilet. He only had a few glasses of alcohol, but why was he feeling this way? Still, without anyone's assistance, he made his way toward what looked like a suite or something, so he entered, hoping there wouldn't be anyone there assaulting the bed. How he wished Madeline was with him. If she had stayed by his side, she would have given him medicine she always kept in her purse, fearing someone would spike their drink someday.

I said playfully. I'm not going to introduce Nina to Zeeve in any way! First and foremost, Zeeve isn't close enough to me to introduce him to other girls. Nina, on the other hand, isn't really Zeeve's type. Oh really, how can you say that Nina isn’t his type? I felt like my subconscious mind just betrayed me . Ofcourse, looking at Zeeve. Maybe his type are those girls his age who has big boobs and ass and who has an hourglass body type.

Kissed him quickly and silent, then I left, satisfied once again. Drove home with his cum leaking from both places. Concert sweat still in my hair. Balcony salt on my skin. Next morning Sarah texted. *Wine tonight? My place. Jonah’s out late again.* I stared at the message, and typed back. *Can’t wait* Guilt was a whisper now. Addiction was the scream.

Goodness, she looked awful yet not so awful. Reluctantly dragging my eyes away from my disgust, I took a large gulp from my beer. It wasn't my first time drinking, but it wasn't something I indulged myself in. Alcohol doesn't solve problems, they just numb them for a while, my dad always said. Landing my eyes involuntarily at her choice of footwear, I was amazed as to how on earth black could ever become an irking shade of brown. Her converse sneakers were quite worn out.