Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

Sean was sitting in front of his house dreaming. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep at all. In his hand was a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been considering whether to smoke or not. This was not an easy matter considering that in the past he almost died from smoking too much and drinking alcohol. The nasopharyngeal cancer was still haunting him, but on one side his head hurt. Sean needed at least one cigarette to calm him down.

I asked bewildered. "You are turning me into a really corny man, you are really a bad distraction, love." He said with a smirk on his face. "Well, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have discovered this side of you. So I'm not a bad distraction." I retorted. "Right, you are not a bad distraction... You are my perfect distraction." ******

I whispered, kissing down her neck and squeezed her boobs with my other hand while she buried her hands through my hair, pulling it by the roots. "Ahhhh...I'm gonna come," she cried out in pleasure and came all over my hands quickly. "So all night of fucking. Are you ready, Ms. Perez?" I smirked, licking my hands clean. "Are you?" she raised her eyebrows, breathing heavily and I grinned, throwing her on my shoulders and we made our way towards her bedroom. I could help but wonder if it was possible to love someone this much.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

Perhaps they hadn't even noticed I had left. I went back home. As I gazed at the cozy interior, I suddenly made up my mind. I wanted to clear all my belongings. Since no one seemed to care about me at all, I'd just discard everything about myself. After all, I didn't want my things to be a burden. I packed everything—including my clothes, daily necessities, my pictures, the gifts I'd bought for my family and Simon—and threw them in the trash outside. I was completely exhausted, and my breathing grew labored. The wolfsbane had taken hold of my body, and with every movement, a wave of excruciating pain shot through me.

She rubbed her foot in slow, circular motions, massaging me, teasing me right there in front of God and everyone. My cock throbbed, swelling rapidly, straining against the denim. The danger of it—the sheer, reckless insanity of getting jerked off by my cousin's foot while my mother sat two feet away—was fueling my addiction like gasoline on a fire. My mind screamed stop, but my body was screaming more. "I think it takes a very strong man to know what he wants and deny himself," Mira continued, taking a bite of a strawberry. She licked a drop of juice from her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. "But eventually, everyone breaks. Don't you think?"

“Maybe that’s why I need you. You don’t let the chaos win.” She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect all the sweet praise from what he said. “You need me because I’m good at my job. Don’t make it personal.” “It already is,” Roman answered, his voice lower. The air moved between them, the lines she had boldy tried establishing blurring in ways she wasn’t ready to accept. "I am going to rest my head" Ava said closing her eyes immediately as she tried to ruin the weird tension. By morning, Ava’s phone buzzed with hundreds of messages. The article had gone viral, and the damage was spreading. Clara called first, her voice rigid.

Just like life had been unfair to many people, would she say she was unfortunate to be among those people life was unfair to? But life didn't end. She had been told many times she was going to be fine. She had Nate. Who would turn the world around for her as long as she remained the perfect girlfriend. Many had none, but she had someone who loved her to the moon and back. And why is that? Because she was perfect. But was she really perfect? Would he stop loving her once he found out about her imperfections? Would she be as lonely as everyone else life had been unfair to… if he left her?

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

“I am aware you were addicted to cocaine last year. You had no choice but to stop because your dealer got arrested. You help me, I will become your new dealer.” “I quit already!” I replied firmly. “And you know what? I'm glad I did. It did no good for my life. I've quit, I don't need your deal.” “Oh, is that so?” Duncan asked, a smirk on his face. “You will change your mind, Julia. Once addicted, always addicted. Take my deal and I'll hand you all the coke you'll need forever.”