Addiction Stories

Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. SA. Self-harm. Death, and more.

Ella is falling apart trying to live a "perfect" high school life. Then she meets Ren, who can see past her scars. Suddenly perfection isn't her only option. ***** Ella Volkov is a gifted music student, but she's depressed and starting to crack under the pressure of high school. Her overbearing father won't even let her choose what instrument she plays. Then she finds herself alone at a party with Ren, her best friend's crush. She'd always thought he was rude, but after that night he's all Ella can think about. Now she's trapped. If Ella dates Ren, it will ruin her friendship with Jenny. But if she stays true to Jenny, she's losing the one person who can see past her scars. It's up to Ella to decide if she will forge her own path, or stay in the "perfect" box designed for her... Content and/or Trigger Warning: depression, anxiety, self-harm, violence, sexual assault. [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

❝ You remind me of myself ❞ [BOOK ONE] Fame wasn't for the weak Countless people have proven that over and over, they cracked when it got too much. They bite off more than than they can chew and expect it not to bite them in the ass But it always did Brittany Spears? Bald. Amy Winehouse? Drugs. Michael Jackson? Murdered. Notice how they get worse. Hollywood has a funny way of turning on their stars when they start taking away control. Multiple people cracked under the pressure, the attention, the invasion of privacy, but me? I didn't crack-at least I was desperately tryin not to. Being raised by a corporate shark made you realize something most people took their whole lives to learn Anybody can turn on you for the right price. It's a lesson immediately goes out the window after you get your first friend, then it came right back around to fuck you up. To me, Fame was my armor, my weapon. Use it correctly, and it's the deadliest thing on earth. If you don't, prepare to be destroyed. I hated Hollywood. the fame, the cameras, the spotlight, I shone in it, but I hated it. The constant pressure to be perfect. Sadly we live in a time where talent isn't the most important thing in Hollywood Pop quiz, what should you do when Hollywood turns you into the villain in your own story? The usual responses were deny the words or ignore them till they crush your soul and break your spine. But it ends badly either way. There is a third way Play the part They want a villain? Act like it. It's what I did. It was good for a while. Until it wasn't. ━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ━━━━━━━━━━ ©ʜᴏᴇsʟᴏᴠᴇᴋɪʟʟᴇʀsʜᴀᴅʏ | 𝓐𝓡𝓡 ⚠︎ 𝑻

البنات هاد الرواية من انتاج مشترك بيني وبين الكاتبة الغنية عن التعريف Watt_hinouma لي سهمات فبزاااف ديال الافكار و كنشكرها من هاد المنبر شكراااا بزااااف 💗 ☺️ و دخلو عندها عندها قصص لفريييييع الفاروعي فالعالم ديال الملاكمة، الخسارة ما كتكونش دائماً فوق الحلبة... رنيم، بنت تربات قبل وقتها، تعلمت من الحياة أن الضعيف ما عندوش بلاصة بين الأقوياء. بين أب غارق فالإدمان، ماضٍ ما قدراتش تهرب منو، وإدمان ولات كتستعملو باش تسكت الوجع اللي داخلها، لقات فالملاكمة الحاجة الوحيدة اللي كتخليها تحس بأنها ما زالت كتتحكم فحياتها. حتى دخلات الحلبة قدام ياسين... رجل ما تعودش يخسر، لا فالملاكمة ولا فحياتو. من أول مواجهة بيناتهم، ما كانتش غير كومبا عادية. كانت بداية لحرب ما غاديش تبقى محصورة بين أربع حبال... لأن بعض الخسارات كتكون هي البداية الحقيقية لكل شيء.

Is he insane, or is he a hero?? Is he having psychotic delusions, or is he saving the realm? Either way, he'll never be any more than just a tourist in the land of reason...

19-year-old Aries Moon struggles with addiction and its consequences, including a drunken outburst that permanently damages his on-again, off-again relationship with his girlfriend and causes her new friend, Soul, to dislike him. As Aries fights to stay sober, he interacts with Soul more and more leading to unexpected love and healing. Aries finds himself battling his inner demons, trying to rebuild his relationships and finds comfort and solace in another.

HIS PRECIOUS LADY 'she is my sweetest addiction which I don't want to recover' "Meri jaan aap pet basta hai Mujhey seene sey lagana Aapko Kuch huwa duniya jala denge Isiliye meri Mohobaat ko na aazmana" •she was mine, she is mine, and she will be mine• Advik♥Ersa "Chuiye mat nafrat kartey hai hum aapsey" she screamed. "Mene aapko chuney k liye aapna nahi banaya" he replied calmly.

Donovan Shepherd thinks he's the shit, good looks, incredibly charming and yet, he's still the resident bad boy and he can get away with almost anything. Gia Blackwell is quiet and keeps to herself but is also smart and witty, when she needs to be. Content with her new life at her new school where no one bothers her, she starts to settle in and escape her past until a boy who thinks he's bad starts to irritate her and suddenly, Gia starts to unravel and she might just make Donovan regret bothering her by bothering him right back. TL;DR This is a 'bad boy, bad girl' story and yes it's a love story.

you don't truly know someone until their mask slips. ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ- ᴍᴀʀᴢ ʟᴀʀᴀ x ᴍᴀɴᴏɴ Lara Rajagopalan was a rising global pop star sensation. Meret Manon Sarpong Bannerman was a Model & Actress. Sure... They've met at events. But they've never had a real conversation, until now... Lara's manager and Manon's manager both get called by the same makeup company. Leaving the girls to wake up at 4 and reach the studio at 5. Everyone's tired, yet the girls never let there picture-perfect masks slip. Will their collab slowly crack the masks and reveal the girls behind? ⚠warning⚠ Smut in chapters, Smoking, Cursing, Alcohol consumption. Lesbian-ness If you are sensitive to any topics mentioned please click off. Smut is having an in-chapter warning so you can skip. Best as of July 2026 1 - internalizedhomophobia 2 - notaslowburn 1 - addictive 1 - addicted 6 - meretmanon 7 - lara THANK YOU SMM!

They sent me to Blackwood Academy to break me. After one final, catastrophic mistake that nearly burned my old life to the ground, my parents packed me up and shipped me off to a strict, isolated boarding school for society's elite disasters. I was prepared for the suffocating rules. What I wasn't prepared for was room 4B. I've been sentenced to my own personal hell. 3 roommates. ALL boys. There's Callahan, quiet, observing. Caspian, the sun in human form. And last but not least Lucian.

My name is Joon Park. Greyzone incel. Ricecel. 5'8" in a world that counts six feet as the entry fee. 2/10, the forum said, unanimously. Then my new Lithuanian roommate walked through the door, looking like He-Man had a lovechild with a Greek goddess. Adomas. The Lithuanian equivalent of Adam. Of course it had to be Adam. What else? And where the f**k even is Lithuania? I stared. Everyone stared. Even my first-year crush stared when I made him go to the Halloween party dressed up like his name. Then I found the little black pill, foil-wrapped in his jeans pocket. I took it. And then I took some more, until things got better. Or went straight to hell.

I wasn't looking for love. Life had already taught me that some people are meant to struggle alone. A single mother trying to survive, I built walls around my heart so high that no one could reach me. Then I met him. A quiet man from another island who was only here for a few months... but somehow made me feel seen in ways no one ever had. He told me something that stayed with me forever: "I've never been anyone's first choice." Neither had I. What started as two strangers sharing time slowly became something deeper-something neither of us expected. But when someone is only meant to stay temporarily... what happens when your heart decides to keep them forever?

annabelle rhodes loved many things: her cousins, her aunt, her friends, her extensive collection of classical philosophy, strawberry daiquiris. what she didn't expect to love however, was the group of hell-raising superheros who had bided merely a walk away from her apartment her entire life. {soulmate au} {avengers x gossip girl} #1 in blair waldorf #12 in clint barton #14 in alternate universe #20 in sam wilson

Peter runs a bookshop where the days repeat and the solitude never asks anything of him. He opens early. He sorts shelves. He goes home alone. He likes it fine. Then Sara walks back in after years away, her five-year-old daughter Mia trailing behind her with a stuffed fox and too many questions. They knew each other once. Teenagers circling the same store without ever quite colliding. Now she's tired, fierce, and carrying more than she'll admit. Mia claims a reading rug. Sara starts staying longer. And Peter realizes the emptiness he'd grown used to was never comfortable at all. But Sara fought hard to stand on her own. And the closer Peter gets, the more she fears losing the ground she built beneath her feet. Until Tomorrow Comes is a quiet, character-driven story about love that arrives gently and leaves a mark. About the difference between being alone and being lonely. About what it costs to let someone in and what it costs not to.

Dawn Sullivan-Swan was very sure of herself. She knew who she was, what she wanted, and that everything would go according to plan. But what happens when someone- a pretty blonde girl- refuses to fall in line with everyone else? What happens when the two are stuck with each other for the rest of the school year? Oc x Rosalie Hale Gxg

Some childhood memories don't make sense until you're old enough to understand them. She grew up in a home filled with noise, strangers, secrets, and things no one talked about. She learned early that adults could love you and still hurt you. That mothers could need saving too. That people could disappear without explanation. And that sometimes the things you don't understand when you're young stay with you long after you've grown up. He was one of those things. For years, he was simply someone who belonged to her mother's world. Then he disappeared. Ten years passed. She built a life without him. Until one day, at thirty, her mother tells her he's out of prison. She sends a text. He answers. And suddenly, a part of her past she thought was gone begins quietly making its way back into her life. But some stories take years before you understand what they were really about.

Nabeel Maigori has perfected the art of appearing whole, a man whose life seems untouched by hardship. But behind closed doors, he is still living in the shadow of a loss that altered the course of his life, a man haunted by a tragedy he had never escaped. Then Nooriyyah, Gentle yet quietly resilient, never expected her life to become intertwined with a man carrying so much pain. What begins as an unexpected connection soon challenges everything they thought they knew about healing, trust, and love. As old scars reopen, Nabeel must confront the past he has spent years running from, while Nooriyyah must decide whether loving someone broken is worth the cost. 🌱 🌱 🌱 A Love Decreed is a heartfelt Muslim romance about grief, healing, second chances, and discovering that love is not always the cure but sometimes it is the reason we finally choose to heal. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 A/N: wrote this book as a teenager with no clue as to what it'll become , my first ever book here🥹 I'm so grateful to every single one of you that gave me a chance to share my super cliche story. I'm currently editing it to hopefully give it a more refined feel, direction and less cringey😂 Thank you so much for your love & support. Love , Maryam❤ Also Check out my new book : beyond the surface 💕 I'll continue writing it once i'm done fully editing and complete this book🍃 Find me on ig: @marymm.balaa

An honest story about transformation. What it took to change my life and what happened after.

"Don't say things like that," I said, turning away. "Things like what? Hmm?" her voice asked suggestively. "Like what?" she teased. "That I'm the best option? That I can help you get revenge? That I'm pretty, rich, smart... or that I love you?" I glared at her, as she held a playful smirk on her face, twirling the bead of her necklace. - Klaus Damson loved once, and it cost him everything. Now broken, missing a leg, and drowning in alcohol, he's convinced his story is over... until the past comes knocking. Old wounds reopen. Familiar faces return. And a possible arranged marriage threatens to change everything. But then, there is more at play, secrets that when Damson finds out could burn even more bridges and this time, it's not only him who is going to get hurt. Damson has a choice when he knows of these secrets. Would he burn the bridge or let it stand so no one else gets hurt? Join me as I explore the different Shades of Klaus Damson. P.S: If you stumbled upon this book, this is a Sequel to my first book 'Library boy' but it can also be read as a stand alone.

Heya, this is Silas, and this is my guide on how to get over the love of my life's suicide. It would've been obviously an excellent guide if it weren't for everything not being the way they really seem to be. By the way, remember when I said my love killed herself? No, I think she was murdered.