Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

“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.”

And she refused to get close to him too, something that made him very mad. He hated the fact that she was keeping her distance. He made it compulsory for the three of them to have breakfast together every morning, as an excuse to see her every day at least but Jade refused to show up the last two times. “There's this insane feeling I get every time I take cocaine to an extreme limit. I got to understand that nothing in this world could ever give me that bliss and that is why I became so addicted to it.” He gulped down the alcohol until it burned down his throat.

"Tell my mother the truth. I don't want to give explanations. I left everything behind, and I don't want to go back because that's going against my will." "I accept that you don't want anything to do with her anymore, but what I won't accept is that you rot in alcohol. No, Adal, remember how my father died. It's time for you to open your eyes and mature. You don't love her just because she's carrying your child. "Perfect." But don't hide in that cursed vice. Don't do it." He runs to the desk, and without his voice shaking, he comes to take the bottle away from me. I growl, causing me to get upset and forget that he's my friend.

She silently ate the food with her head a little low than usually. When he saw her eat he stared at her mouth and wished he was the spoon right now. So he instead picked her spoon and put it into his mouth. The spoon still had her taste and he savored it. "What the heck is he mentally unstable. Why would he eat from the same spoon. wasn't this an indirect kiss." Her cheeks started to feel hot and she wished she could dig a whole right now. He scooped some more food but this time he staffed it into her mouth and well she ..... She just chewed like a little hamster that's being fed by the master.

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

What about him isn’t perfect and desirable? He has looks to die for, he is smart, sufficient and extremely successful, has the body of a greek god with perfectly sculpted six abs, strong arms that I want around and on me so badly, his Adonis strip is the perfect V and those broad chests that a girl should lay her head on and just whine after a long day at work. Fuck. Fuck you Damian. Fuck you for doing this to me.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

He wanted him to die a slow and painful death. “The doctors said I should quit.” Mr Atkinson said, dropping the roll on the table beside him. “But it’s addictive. It’s like cocaine, you get addicted to it easily.” he laughed. General William was irritated by the sight. “Your life was perfect sometime ago. It was beautiful when she was in it, you know with that her two second smile. But it’s good she left you, because now, she’s taking care of me any time she’s around.”

“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.”

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.