Top Books On Addiction Novels & Stories

"Bingo. I had attacked you system and got your attention. While you were busy I managed to get all the information I need but you had also layed a trap for us. You had uploaded a virus on our systems." "Yes I had first just wanted to see what you would do at first but the game had become a little boring so I just sent one of my viruses to stop you mid way." "But I still managed to out smart you in this little game of ours." "Well I appreciate someone smart and even better when he can outsmart me." "Nice I didn't think you could do all this in a matter of hours. You've really outsmarted me." "Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you."

I stood there for a second watching him push out into the street with four books and the easy confidence of someone who'd just made a friend in forty seconds that I hadn't managed in five visits. Then I followed him. The coffee next door was, in fact, better. We sat at the bar the way Italians did, standing technically, though we'd claimed two stools at the end. Alex had his new novel open on the counter and was reading the first page while his espresso cooled. "Don't read while you drink that," I said. "Why." "Because it deserves attention." He looked up. Then he looked at the espresso. Then he closed the book. "You have strong opinions about coffee."

He could no longer fool himself. Slowly, with infinite weariness, Aiden closed the leather-bound book. This was the end. He could no longer bear it. The books he loved so much could not push away the stark, raw loneliness of his existence. The study was lined with books, floor to ceiling on three of the four walls of the room. He had read every one, committed a great many to memory over the centuries. They no longer provided solace for his mind. The books fed his intellect but broke his heart.

And remembering fragments of that night doesn’t help. That time, I was one of the interns sent to join a conference in a hotel. When the conference was done, our team went for a dinner and had some drinks until most of us were drunk. I don’t have high alcohol tolerance as I don’t usually drink, and just a few cocktails did the magic. So to escape from the embarrassment of passing out there, I told them I’d go to the bathroom but the truth is I went to go upstairs, to the rooftop, hoping that some fresh air could help me sober up.

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

My face flushed a little and I turned away from him immediately to avoid being caught by others as well as hide my flushed face from him. "Good day everyone, so I told us in the last class to read the book titled Othello by William Shakespeare right, so today I will like us to critically assess the character of Desdemona in the book Othello, let me know if any of you really did what I asked you to do..." Miss B said to the class. Good thing she spoke up now at least everyone's attention, including mine was now on her. Damn! I totally forgot about the book, I just hoped that she doesn't give us a pop quiz right now because, I'll really fail it as I have no single idea what the book is all abo

And now I was fucking consumed. I wanted to embed myself In her. I wanted her world to revolve around mine since mine revolved around her. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to make her lose control... I wanted to drive myself deep into her subconscious as she had done to me, and ultimately, I wanted her to surrender her life and lay it down at my feet, even if I was the one welding the knife to take it. It was deranged. It was crazy but I was addicted. I was obsessed and I was never going to let her go.

Trying to look strong "I've never had sex with anyone before. I can fight you on it or you can give me time to get ready before we do it" Two large steps and I'm glaring down at her "Fight me? Do you think you can overpower me?" "No. But forcing someone, even if that person is your wife is still rape. Is that how you want this marriage to start?" Never. I want her willing and writhing and begging for me to fuck her. I want her screaming my name the entire time because she can't have enough of me. Not because she's trying to push me away. But I also know what will happen when I finally take her. This obsession will turn into an addiction. I can't tell which is better. But I know a lot about

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

Cocaine is highly addictive and can make its users very aggressive, it was really high on the list of hardest drug addictions to get over. “Addiction is one of the hardest and most soul-altering things a person can go through,” Dr. Bricks says. “I know it's only been a few minutes, but let’s take a couple of seconds to digest, and continue on.” She stands and grabs 3 little notebooks and hands each of us one of them, along with a pen. “We are going to write our feelings out in these. One word, feelings, about what we just heard from John. Then we will pick back up with questions.”