Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

"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

"..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.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need

"Adrian, what did you do?" "I proposed a cold, transactional deal," I say, my voice filled with a mocking, bitter humor. "A temporary solution to a very dangerous problem. We do this until the wedding. We burn this thing between us to ashes. And then we walk away, and we become the men we were always meant to be." Leo stares at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You're crazy. You're a madman. You can't be serious." "I am," I say, my voice a low, raw sound. "He is an addiction, Leo. A poison I can't stop craving. And the only way to get rid of a poison is to consume it until it has no power over you."

“This pussy… Jesus.” I held on to him tighter, feeling my legs open as he hit the perfect spot. Every time we hooked up, I went home later and later. We seemed to crave each other more, not less. Our passion turned into something combustible. We couldn’t stop. Not for anything, not for anyone. We were both addicted. “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”

She yelled, downing her drink in one go. I tried to do the same but the hotness of the alcohol made it difficult to take it all at once so I ended up finishing the drink in two gulps. “Another one!” She said to the bartender who slid two more glasses our way. Two glasses turned to three, and then four, five, and six till I stopped counting. Typical Maya ordered another round but before I could protest, she was downing hers in a go. This was crazy. But hey! What's life without a little bit of crazy?

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

“One stupid piece, but still.” “You know what?” I pause. “I have a confession. I think I have an addiction.” Her eyebrows furrow, “Huh?” “It’s serious,” I sigh. “I’ve never told anyone before, but lately, it’s gotten bad, and I was seeing a few of those indicators in you, so I had to ask.” “What kind of addiction?” “It’s rare, modern medicine can't cure it, I’ve tried everything, but I always relapse.” I softly say, trying my best to appear vulnerable. “It’s called Aeliana.”

She is my drug, my sweet addiction, my divine kiss and my only downfall. "My love, everything I do is worth it, you'll see that you won't regret it," I hold her tightly in my arms, my nose in her perfumed hair, "I promise that today you will be the only precious jewel that my heart, mind and body will desire to pamper and have."