Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

“Use it to end this.” Lena wanted to scream, to hit something, to make her feel it. But she wouldn’t because Evelyn would win if she lost control. Noah’s hand brushed against hers—just the lightest touch, a grounding presence. Lena forced herself to breathe. She turned to face Mercer once more. "If I do this… I do it my way." Mercer cocked his head to the side, looking at her. "Of course." Lena wasn't sure that he believed her for a moment, but she didn't really care. She wasn't doing this for him. She was doing this for her to bring an end to the nightmare for good.

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

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.

Perfection. Tight. Wet. Hot. Absolutely perfection. Perfection that wasn’t going to last much longer. With every suckle, every gasp for breath, every swipe of her tongue, I was coming closer and closer to the edge. Withdrawing until only the head of my cock was within the heaven of her mouth, I repeated my words.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

Almost perfect. Almost.

Shocked by his words and former actions, he was sure. She must hate me now. He thought miserably. I hate me now. “And that’s why I can’t do this to you,” he said. “The risks are too high.” “Then I shall fetch another,” Horann said, leaving. “Horann, no!” Vanadine shouted but she had left, ignoring his pleas. The silence had stretched out between them as Carine stared into the mesmeric glowing embers of the fire. “Addiction is a disease,” Carine’s words flowed from her almost mechanically as she stared. “People do anything on Earth to feed their habit. So maybe it was like that for you? You couldn’t stop because the drug, the argan, had hold of you?”

It is ILLEGAL. -Middlebencherzz

Edward asked. “It was an idea like that,” Sebastian replied. “He did come around to my thinking and did agree that abolishing it completely was the best thing for the advancement of Albion.” “I’m proud of you for breaking the most famous tradition,” Edward told him as they reached the entrance of the palace. “It must have taken a lot of confidence to do it.” Sebastian shook his head. “No, I was very sure and never faltered in my desire to abolish the tradition. The fact that my mother’s last words were about not being afraid to break tradition must have helped.”

"I am doing everything for her because I genuinely want to... And it worked, she confessed her love to me... She said She loves me... You didn't see how she killed everyone because they hurted me, you should have seen it. This time she wants me, she is loving me, not him..." Aron shook his head in denial. "This is not love... It's a manipulation, you are manipulating her by showing so called Perfect loving image... She doesn't know about your dark side..." Xavion scoffed at his words. "I am not showing her any image... I am treating her with love because I want too, because I love and care for her. Not because I want to manipulate her... And what dark side you are talking about, she was a as