Adicción Perfecta Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

This was for the best. Once we left this goddamned place of sin and ruin, I'd purge her from my system and wipe the slate clean. I'd pretend none of this happened, so I don't get addicted to giving her my little genius mixture every fucking day. Because I'd ruin her… Ruin her for every other man. White Judas – just like I named it – didn't just force compliance. It forced cravings like madness. The little I had given her tonight would leave her trembling and hungry to satisfy the constant ache she'd be feeling in her little cunt for the next couple of days.

“So we don’t dismiss it. We admit the addiction has an emotional body now. And we still ice. We still yellow. We still have a meeting at ten. That is how far in we are.” She closed her eyes. Marked. Used. Full. Dawn in the loft. The all-night immersion had not emptied the craving. It had made the weight impossible to call anything else—and neither of them, raw under the beam, was going to pretend the next free night would be spent sleeping.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

Another line formed. Slower this time. More deliberate. IT WAS PERFECT Her chest tightened. “Perfect for what?” A flicker. Then— CONTROL The word landed like a weight. Of course. That again. Always that. “You call that perfect?” she asked. No immediate answer. Then— NO CONFLICT NO LOSS NO ERROR Her breath caught. “That’s not perfection,” she said. “That’s absence.” A pause. Longer this time. The glow dimmed slightly— then surged back. Stronger.

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.”

, 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.

As pleasure consumes me, I go still, my legs unable to move, even as the pulsing inside urges me to take him deeper somehow and never release him. He growls into my chest. “You are my addiction, Ariella. How are you so fucking perfect?”

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.