Beautiful Addiction Novels & Stories

SCARS POV. THREE YEARS LATER. "Hey. Handsome looking boy. So shinning...huh....I can't see no more. Blinded by you unparallel beauty in which no eyes have seen before. They all celebrate in happiness yhat you have graced their world with the brightest light. The stars in the night skies cannot compare. Flawless will be an understatement where you stand. Majestic the less of the description." "The fae's search for one of theirs that isn't really theirs. Whereas his beauty puts all to shame." I read along to his self praise.

It felt like it was being pounded. Why does it hurt when I see him hurting? “Belle, come back to us. Come back to me. I need you.” Ajax… The name just slipped into my head before I could even think about anything. “Your anger, let it go. The lycan’s alpha is dead. Holly is safe. You can stop now, Belle.” His gentle voice pulls something in my soul. I begin to tremble and my attention starts to focus in and out. But now, hearing his voice starts to make me gradually become aware of my surroundings.

It was as if every single want or desire, every perfection of that form had been condensed into one singular entity. + He thought he could keep the yearning locked away and silent...bury it so deep that he'd never feel or hear it. But now it was screaming at him, knocking the bolts out of the metal doors and denting the plating. .. Twillow stretched enjoying her sunbathing after her wash in the lake. It was amazing what a little sunlight did for her state of well-being. Winter had been too long and she was going to soak up as much sun and warmth as she could. Just then she felt a slight shudder through the rock she was laying on. Her eyes opened and she sat up, automatically covering her bre

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hummed to myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror, before washing my hands and walking out of the restroom. I skipped along the hallways, as I kept humming. I grinned. Yes, I was in a peculiarly good mood today. Dad had promised to buy the book I was always bugging him about. It was a book by my favourite writer, Kelly Brown. Her female characters were always beautiful, perfect figures and extremely wealthy while fulfilling their dreams. It had been out for several months and I never liked to miss any of her new release. But things had been tough at home for a while. Dad lost his job and it took a while to find something else.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

“ It’s okay baby and I am so sorry for all the embarrassment you faced today. You should come to kitwe one of these days and I will make it up to you just the way you like it. I will treat you like a queen that you are. Please, don’t put Laura’s words at heart, she means nothing to me.” Once the call got cut, Natasha went to take a shower so that she could feel much more relaxed. However, her body needed more than just a shower to feel relaxed , it needed a man’s touch. So when she got out of the shower, she hurriedly picked up her phone and made a booty appointment. She went to her closet and picked out a red lingerie and a black waist coat. She wore her make up glamorously and looked very

“Not if you don't want to be. And, if you don’t want me to say anything to Caleb, then I won’t. I would not break your trust, not when trust is precious. I know it is not something you hand out lightly. So, I most certainly would not break it, beautiful. Please know that. But, I do need you to know that I do understand your own struggles. You do not need to battle them alone now. We will find a way to fix this. I want to be here for you.” But, as I looked down to see how she had responded to my words, I found Bailey was asleep contently within my arms. I smiled. Seemed about right, I made a huge declaration like that and she missed it. Though, perhaps it was too much... too soon... I don't e

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”

There was anxiousness in his heart, his stomach was revolting butterflies, and his hands were itching with eagerness. That was the first time in many years he had wanted something so desperately. He reached the top of the building and his feet guided him towards the door, he took a breath before opening it. The vision he waited for the whole morning entered his eyes, even better than any fantasy. The soft humming of a woman reached his ears like a sweet melody of an angel, or more like an alluring mermaid. "Hmmmm.... mmm..." Thea was singing some cheerful tune while preparing pancakes after eating some barely done eggs with juice. She wanted to forget that taste with some sweet pancakes.

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my