Novel & Cerita Adicción Perfecta

“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.

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over Bima's untouched bowl again, then to Riska, Lia, and the trembling Kevin. "It means," the man began, his voice still unnervingly calm, "we’ve refined the consumption experience. Eliminated the inefficiencies. Maximized the neural reward pathways." Riska’s hand, which had been pressing against her temple, dropped to the table with a soft thud. "You mean you’ve amplified the addiction," she snapped, her usual analytical calm cracking under the pressure. The man chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. "Addiction is such a crude term, wouldn't you agree? We prefer 'sustained engagement'."

A small mercy I didn’t question. The cab ride home was short and silent. The apartment was dark. Aiden was already asleep, and I was grateful for it, grateful I didn’t have to arrange my face into something presentable, didn’t have to answer a single question. I went straight to the shower and turned the heat up until the mirror fogged and the room disappeared into white. Then I scrubbed. Hard and relentless, dragging the sponge across my skin like I was trying to remove something that had no business being there. Maybe I was punishing myself. For the way my body had surrendered to the Draco so completely, so effortlessly, like it had simply never been mine to begin with. Well, that didn’t w

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

“Just some yard work stuff. No big deal.” Alex grabbed his charger and left again, waving. The second the door closed Diego had me bent over the kitchen table, cock out and sliding back into my sloppy hole in one thrust. “Round three,” he growled, fucking me hard and fast. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of this forbidden dick.” “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

"Good. Perfect. See? This is why you are my favorite. Most aware. Most suffering. Most—perfectly broken. Catherine never achieved this level. Richard never came close. You—you are masterpiece. Peak achievement. Perfect—slave." He left. Went to sleep. Confident. Victorious. Certain. I sat alone. In darkness. In silence. In— Hell. Permanent hell. Aware hell. Eternal hell. Tomorrow I would speak to UN. Would secure funding. Would expand Marcus's empire. Tomorrow I would begin corrupting Hope. Teaching her seduction. Manipulation. Destruction of— Everything good. Everything innocent. Everything human. And I would do it perfectly. Willingly. Knowingly. Because— Drugs demanded. Programming require

Every thrust was an erasure of thought; every heavy breath in her ear was an expulsion of the outside world. It wasn't about love. It was deeper and filthier than that. It was about addiction. About how Diego had mapped her body, knowing every spot that would make her whimper, every rhythm that would make her moan. And Hazel, like an addict, craved it even though she knew it was destroying her.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.