Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

Much later after having lunch, A sudden craving hits me. Pastries from the patisserie across the street are calling my name. I tried to think of something else but the craving is stuck to me like glue. I keep imagining biting into the buttery, melt-in-your-mouth flaky goodness with its perfect crust. What is life without a bit of sweetness? I think to myself. For one dangerous minute, I think about just going out without telling anyone. It's a few blocks away no one needs to know.… but then Sanity returns I will not make it out of the door before Brandon or Gabe catches me.… They would never approve, and they would have guards around me in an instant before I even made it across the pavement

I don’t breathe air anymore; I breathe his air, and he breathes mine. We don’t break out of each other's lips; we are kissing everything and sucking each other’s breath and saliva. He is so fucking sweet, and his lips fucking taste so good that I want to eat them up. Oh God, he is the kind of sweetness that can give me diabetes. And I will probably die from diabetes with no regret. My body explodes with heat like a volcano eruption. He holds my waist with his hands, yanking me closer to his body so that there is no space between us but skin to skin.

I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop. I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed. The craving for my little Cupcake is becoming insatiable, like a hunger that keeps growing stronger. Images of her perfect ass bouncing on my dick instantly has a tent peaking in my pants. Great, one taste and I'm fucking addicted. I have to get her out of here before I lose my mind.

Elena’s POV Why do forbidden things taste sweeter? Like melted caramel—sweet, dangerous, yet impossible to resist. Some wild part of us still wants a taste. Just once. Until we realize we’re trapped. That’s how my addiction to my dad’s best friend started. I bet sometimes you’ve imagined how the world would be if Eve hadn't taken that greedy bite… Just maybe your dirty soul will be saved. Well, I’m sorry, because for Dominic Mercer, I’d take a greedy bite. Again. And again, until I drag the world into my darkness.

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

"Aren't you afraid of getting fat with so much sugar and milk? It's very unhealthy!" "So?" Amanda retorted. Dickson was stunned. Amanda had not been a coffee drinker in the past, limiting herself to the best Blue Mountain Coffee without sugar or milk. The unhealthy amounts she added now were a result of her worsening depression, hypoglycemia, and malnutrition. Bitter flavours were unappealing to her, and the sugar and milk stimulated dopamine secretion, inducing a sense of happiness. "You can't eat like this anymore. Change your eating habits! I remember you used to have a healthy diet. Why neglect it now?" Dickson commented, being nosy.

I gruffed. “Oh, but I love playing with you… especially when I win.” She sounded pleased with herself. “I want a rematch.” I said, remembering our steamy night on the snooker table. And then we finished it in my bedroom… Maddison Summers is like a drug I can’t get enough of. Maybe Avi could bottle her… label it Van Halen 2mg: take one when you miss her, two when you swear you’re over her, and by the third you’ll remember you never were… side effects include obsession, sleepless nights, and calling her name when you shouldn’t.

I wanted to feel her submit, to hear her scream my name while I buried myself deep inside her. Would she be shy? Or wild? I bet she was a screamer—the type to claw at a man's back until he bled. The images flashing through my mind were so vivid that they caused actual physical pain. For a second, I hesitated. What if I give in? Just once. A taste to satisfy the craving. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest; maybe if I had her once, this obsession would vanish. But I was a fool. I knew that the moment my skin touched hers, I would be an addict. I would never want to let go.

'' Why don't we sit,'' He said, walking me over to the picnic that was set up. '' Manny, this is so much food, you know we just had breakfast not too long ago,'' I said and Manny laughed. '' I don't think there is anything like too much food, babe. And all this is for you to enjoy, so enjoy it,'' Manny laughed as he kissed me softly. Smiling, I suddenly felt a huge weight on my chest, it felt like a big truck was seated on my chest and that feeling left a better taste in my mouth. Manny is perfect, he is everything that a girl can dream of, he has no flaws, he is loving and caring and, most of all, he is sweet.

You’re home alone. The kids are at school. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and the distant sound of birds outside. You’re in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, when you hear the front door slam. Your husband bursts in, breathing hard, eyes wild with raw, uncontrollable lust. He had tried the African remedy his friend brought to work — just a sip, he said. But he took an extra one. Congo Dust. The strong one. The one that makes a man lose his mind with need.