Perfect Addiction Book Series Novels & Stories

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

Damien running towards the door was the last thing I saw as the door slid close, leaving me alone within its reflective confine, a satisfied smile on my face. When it dings at the penthouse’ floor, I didn't really get out. I take off my heels and place it on the threshold of the elevator before walking barefooted to the door. Yes, call me pretty but right now, without the ‘R’. Damien Vicenzo can go drown or take the stairs for all I care. I want to go home. I'd said. But this isn't even home. I've never had one. I sluggishly step into Damien's apartment after scanning my fingerprint. My entire body aches like hell and I feel too full. The bastard forced to to drink cups after cups of water t

I didn't wear any panties and that was absolutely normal for me. I purposely made her book fall down. ”oops, let me pick that”, I chuckled. I stepped In front of her and bent to pick her book. I watched her stare at my neatly shaved as my head went in between my legs. Her mouth opened a little bit, like she was about to say something. When she noticed I was looking, she moved her gaze immediately. I sat down closer to her and smiled. “You like what you're seeing right?. You also loved it when you saw professor Henry's hand spanking my ass and his long cock buried deep inside me, didn't you?”, I teased.

One profile had a red tab attached to it. *Adam Kareem.* Senior Systems Administrator. Anderson Group. "Who is he?" Daniel looked up. "The first door." Victor settled back into his chair, completely at ease while Daniel stood there feeling like the floor was tilting beneath him. "Adam has gambling debts, significant ones that keep a man awake at night." Daniel flipped through the pages, seeing bank statements, casino records, loan documentation all meticulously organized. Someone had done serious research on this man. "He's desperate," Victor continued, watching him. "Desperate people make mistakes and mistakes create opportunities for us!"

Talk soon! The reply came almost instantly. Andrea (10:17 AM): Ugh, I knew it! You guys are disgusting. Go back to sleep, Mrs. Perfect! “Mrs. Perfect.” The words hit hard in my chest. The lie felt like a stone in my stomach. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, Everytime my phone buzzed,my heart gave a painful jerk,but it was never him. It was just more “Happy Anniversary” “Couple goals!”

Too controlled. Like two men smiling through clenched teeth. Like enemies pretending to be brothers. The poolside was quiet. Calm. Exactly what I needed. I placed my book, my phone, and a small plate of snacks on the table before settling into the chair. For a moment, everything felt normal. Then I heard movement. Water shifting. I turned. And froze. Maxwell. Stepping out of the pool. Water traced down his body in slow lines, catching the morning light. His shoulders, his chest, the sharp definition of his muscles—

This announcement is intended to guide those who are looking for Kenneth and Freya's story. I am publishing the free chapters from here, but please be reminded that the book, "Finding Mr. Perfect," is attached to Charlie's book, "The Bad Boy Next Room." Also, I have officially named the series "Love and Legacy in the House of Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire (Riley & Adrian King) Book 2: "The Bad Boy Next Room" (Charlie King & Taylor West)

"Yeah, I know. Perks of being a neighbourhood kid to the college. Anyways, I called you up again to tell you this. I gotta go. Bye!" "Bye!" I wished back and hung up. I spent the next couple of hours talking to my family and reading Cecelia Ahern's 'Perfect'. I was done reading 'Flawed' before I came here and started reading 'Perfect' yesterday morning. Honestly speaking, I was fond of 'Perfect' more than 'Flawed' because of many reasons but especially of one big solid reason: I shipped Carrick and Celestine more than I shipped Art and Celestine. I just loved the chemistry between Carrick and Celestine and that made me so addicted to the book.

I can't do two books together due to my schedule and college. Also, as I mentioned earlier about my old WIP, i have resumed it and it would be available on goodnovel on march 1. I'm attaching the blurb here so you can know what it would be like. A Lost Soul Blurb "I thought you loved me enough to tell me everything but all you did was lie. Did I not make it clear; I hate liars with a passion?" I yelled.

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I found myself step slowing down as I could barely see my own reflection in the transparent glass door as I was making my way out of the bookstore. I just walked the distance from the store to the campus then, I went to a place where there were only a few people. After finding an empty bench near the outdoor fountain placed near my department building, I took a seat and opened the book on pages one-hundred-one and one-hundred-two, where I left a bookmark earlier before I took a quick shower. I looked at my wristwatch and found out that I still have 20 minutes before my class starts. So I decided to catch some z's in the classroom.