Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

“Just for a second.” I watched as he fought the battle of opening his eyes. He eventually did, but he looked everywhere else avoiding me. I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Even if that doesn't tell you anything, I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm not disappointed either.” “I wanted to be perfect for you.” He whispered, “There's no such thing as perfection.” “At least, I wanted to be good enough for you.” “You are.” “I'm not. At least not yet. I'm an addict. I thought I was recovering, but that obviously isn't the case.”

She realized the catch. "No choice," Ava whispered, her eyes widening. The Architect looked at her with profound sadness. "Exactly." Perfection required absolute, unyielding control. It meant a universe where every thought, every feeling, every decision, and every single life was perfectly calibrated and stripped of deviation. Elias planned to erase the concept of free will entirely to ensure that no one could ever hurt again. It was a prison seamlessly disguised as a paradise.

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

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Josephine went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, then leaned against it to calm her raging heartbeat. Josephine didn't understand why her body always reacted strangely to Nicholas. The man made it difficult for Josephine to control herself and tore her sanity every time he teased her. This is like the reaction experienced by an alcoholic. Sometimes at an acute level, an addict who has quit for a long time, then tastes even a small amount of alcohol even at the mildest level, the addiction will return and become more severe.

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

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.

Blackie’s tone softened, “That being said… it is indeed a fact that this perk is a major cockblocker – even if it is technically your own soul that is rejecting others. But look at the bright side! Just how many people out there would kill to have the ability to easily know whether they are perfectly compatible with another person?” Noah, who had been quietly fuming this entire time, could no longer hold it in, “What does it even mean to be ‘compatible’?! And why should people have to be ‘perfectly compatible’ to be happy together?! There are no absolutes in this world! No such thing as perfection! You can harp on about how beneficial this shit is for us, but in the end, don’t we all live an

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

A ghost that refused to fully die, an echo that called to her across time and space almost daily. Today had reminded her of what she was trying to keep at bay: an addiction that disguised itself as a sweet, harmless temptation. It looked so gorgeous in the bottle or in a fancy glass, its colors rich and soothing. It was sophisticated and charming; it lulled her into a sense of false security, promising her that it was possible to have just the one. It was a cunning liar and a silver-tongued devil. My personal devil.