Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

“Hey, daddy,” Moonbeam kisses him on the lips when she walked into his office. “Hey, pretty,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her close. “You smell nice,” she told him, sniffing him and smiling in approval. “And you taste like chocolates,” Zayed said. “Guilty. I’ve been eating lots and lots of it. Suddenly developed this craving and I can’t stop it,” she said, taking the chair in front of his desk. “Well, you have enough sugar to keep you going. Adding chocolate increases your risk of diabetes,” Zayed told her.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

Immediately he let go of her neck. She slumped onto him, and he hugged her tightly. He noticed that she is taking short bursts of breath as soon as he let her go. He relaxed immediately. Sussane is a nurse and she knows what kind of drug to give to make a person go s*x crazy forever. This is the same kind of drug that is usually used by traffickers to control the victim.

He is watching me sadly. "Like Donnie after he eats sugar. You've binged on something that brought you up--something that gave you an artificial high--and now that it's gone, you're crashing. But the crash never lasts forever. It'll go away, eventually. You just have to wait it out."

She handed me the little brown paper bag with the soft sweet loaf I loved, the one with the buttery center that melted when warm. I went to sit by the window ,the same spot I always took. The sunlight fell across the table. People walked past the glass. Everything looked peaceful, like the world outside wasn’t falling apart. I took a bite. Warm. Soft. Sweet. And for two full seconds, I felt okay. I told myself I would not check I*******m. I really tried. But my fingers moved on their own. Reflex. Habit. Addiction. I opened the app.

"That’s too much sugar in a day." Brian disagreed. "I call it medicinal. You’re clearly malnourished from stress." I didn’t argue. I reached for the spoon and took a bite. The cold hit my tongue, followed by the sweet smoothness of vanilla and the crunch of cookie. My eyes closed for a second. "This… this is like therapy. And Motörhead." Another spoonful went in. Then another. I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until the third bite melted across my tongue. My stomach growled—almost in protest for being ignored all day. The sugar hit my bloodstream like a jolt of caffeine.

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

I felt like my head would explode if I stayed in this house any longer. Finally, I decided to leave and caught a taxi to go anywhere. When a person is drowning in sadness, struggling and unable to break free, they often do something reckless to pull themselves out of the mire. I chose alcohol. I bought two bottles of Tennessee Whiskey and told the driver to take me to the Brooklyn Bridge to catch the breeze. I had never really been a drinker. I had only tried it once with my uncle, and back then, I only took a few sips and found it bitter. I had promised myself I would never drink. I hated the bitter, burning taste, yet here I was, choosing the thing I hated most to numb my emotions. It was

I turned around grabbing the menu and walked towards new customers . "Hey baby , we'll have the Bud light " I nodded . I hated people calling me baby , " I wanna see ! " I stopped on my tracks as I see a drunk guy stumble right in front of me . " Ohh , You the new girl ? Dean's girl ?" I look at Charlie who was walking towards us .

he was too possessive on him that he didn't let him be friends with others. he knew about his all things...for the world he was perfect man but in reality he was not....he had some serious mental problems....which can be cured by his loved one... But his parents tried all terms..but things didnt come out well... Then doctor came to know that it can be cured by his love....now which was belongs to his yellow fairy....because for the first time he became mad for this girl...for the first time he wanted a girl ..... he didnt even show him the picture of his fairy...because she was his...