Novelas y relatos de Addiction

it's started because of my addiction but it turned into love making. Yes, a love making. the way we touch each other, the way we look at each other, the way we feel each other. it's shows how much we are in love. it's was my wish but it's turn out into desire to become each other. today we not only make love but also touch each other's soul. He claims me gently with love and respect. after a long love making he lay beside me and took her in his arms. we both were still lost in each other and after some time I slept peacefully in each his arms. . Next day I decided to confess my feeling with him but everything changed. I am madly in love with him, a while before I decided to confess what I fell for him… I love him so much that I can die for him. And you know what I am dying not for him.. but because of him. He is pointing his gun toward me. At the center of my forehead. I am in shock. Everything has changed a couple of time. The person with whom I wanted to spend my whole life, wants to kill me. I am speechless, I don't know what to say , I am staring at him with teary eyes asking him why he did this to me.. To which he replies.. "I HATE YOU" . I don't know how to react. As soon as I respond a bullet strikes me. I fell on the ground whispering my last words "I LOVE YOU SID" . But wait.. This is not ending.. It's just the beginning of our story. A love story of hate..

"First thing I thought about this morning was going to your room and fucking you right next to Wolf so he'd stay away from you." He lifted me off the floor with insulting ease, and in one second, I was back on the chair, my arms still tied behind my back. He pushed my thighs backwards so I was completely open and exposed. "Decker— nnngghh!" My eyes blacked out as his cock started thrusting into me. "That's not what you're supposed to call me, baby," He said as he kept pushing in. "Look at me. I want to see you." I did. Decker Kane looked like he was seconds away from combusting, and then he rasped out like he was about to die. "You're so fucking beautiful." Then he kissed me. --- I've been in love with Decker Kane since I turned eighteen and realized every filthy dream I had at night was about him. He's my father's best friend. The Vice President of the Iron Clad Kings. Seventeen years older than me, and completely off-limits. So I ran. Tried to be normal. Tried to want someone else. Three years later, I'm back. Baseball bat in hand, engagement destroyed, and my body burning for the only man I've ever truly wanted. Decker can keep fighting it. But I'm going to make the Reaper King break. And when he finally claims me... I'll be exactly what I was always meant to be. Property of Reaper King. ——— Trigger Warnings: This book contains mature themes including: violence, explicit sexual content, death, mentions of drug addiction, toxic family dynamics, and morally grey protagonists. Reader discretion is advised.

'THE BIG FOUR': Steven Chase Baron Sage Iphan Carter Kane Richmond A group of gangsters who for their own interests, build up a conglomerate with the label, 'X-HABIT'. Their activities are no different from vices, but their main aim is to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. Betrayed by one of them, the conglomerate fades into fragments of two: X-HABIT and ICE, syndicates of their own, tugging at each other's throats. Steven's regime faces out, but he leaves behind an heir, who continues the game: shuffling, dealing and cutting cards, playing tit for tat. The heir? He's Adrian Chase. A drop dead gorgeous billionaire, an Adonis and New York's shaker. Out of the blue comes 'THE MEN', a rival who watches Adrian keenly and has eyes on everything he's got. This only lengthens the saga, creating another pile of screwed up shit. Aside from Adrian's lethal life, he's got an allergy - WOMEN. Only a quartet add up to his living: his daughter, his step sister, his step mother and his nanny. The rest are no lesser than muddle-headed, fatuous bitches. Well, there's that 'bitch', a naive Megan Stones whose world crumbles when the cold jaws of death snatch her parents away, leaving her with a mouth to feed. She is a college drop-out who's a waitress and a washer-up by day, a stripper at night. Fate punches some buttons, Chase and Stone happen to meet. Strings are pulled and sparks fly. She quenches his allergy and ignites in him, an addiction: HERSELF. Their love story has its fair share of thorns but after many times of falling and rising, they solemnize their love in holy matrimony. After tons of games, gut flaunting and bloodbaths by these rival syndicates, X-HABIT is ascribed the glory.

Faythe​ My father died and my world turned upside down and inside out. Silver Pack is nothing like our old home. Alpha Hunter watches me intensely, almost like I’m an addiction he can’t kick; his sea-blue eyes track my every move. Whenever I am attacked by the Pack for being an Omega or for being wolfless, they all know I can’t defend myself thanks to my inability to shift; Alpha Hunter always steps in to protect me. I started to believe Alpha Hunter might take a wolfless female like me as his mate, but then he gives me a breeder contract. On the one hand, I get to be with an incredible Alpha; on the other, he will never be fully mine. I must guard my heart while he claims my body. No matter how I try, I cannot stop the coming fall.​ Hunter​ She is my mate. She is wolfless. She is an Omega. Two strikes against her, but I can’t stay away. Trouble keeps finding Faythe. So despite my effort to keep my distance, I’m pulled by fate to protect her, no matter how often I’m reminded the Pack will turn away from me if my mate is wolfless. My Beta’s warnings fall on deaf ears and the Pack witch is concerned. When Faythe turns twenty-one and still doesn’t recognise me as her mate, I do what I must to keep her close. I bind Faythe to me with a breeding contract. The last thing I expected was for her to bloom as a witch instead of a wolf. A wolfless Omega cannot be my mate, but a Blue Witch, the most powerful creature in the world, can stand shoulder to shoulder with me and anything that comes our way.

18+ Mature content. - - - - Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead. Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. The morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now deep in Australia’s dangerous underworld, she works as a stripper to infiltrate the cartel. The sexual addiction she buried years ago has roared back stronger than ever. Every slow, sensual grind on stage, every pair of hungry hands sliding over her bare skin, feeds the raw, aching hunger she can no longer control. As Skye seduces dangerous men for information, the stakes rise dangerously high. A former colleague wants her dead. The protector sent to bring her home hides a shocking betrayal. And the powerful man who ordered her mother’s murder is closer than she imagined, close enough to touch, close enough to taste. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?