Perfect Addiction Claudia Tan Novels & Stories

I said, now trying to lift the weight lift I had abruptly dropped a few minutes ago. "Here she goes! Now that's the spirit girl!" He encouraged, like a coach, watching his student from the sidelines. "There does it!" I exclaimed, dropping the weight lift. I turned in excitement, twerking to the trap music in the background. "You do realize I'm still a man, right Gee?" Thane asked, pasting a therapeutic smile on his face. "Of course, I do," I said, twerking even harder as Thane watched on like a dog admiring a piece of bone it can't reach.

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

I still doubted whether I was doing everything in the right way since this was all new for me. I then slipped into my dress. I decided to go with a black rhinestone necklace with matching earrings, along with a pearl bracelet. I smiled in satisfaction as soon as I stared at my reflection. I look…different. The reflection that's staring back at me isn't the same one from two hours back. The woman standing in front of me looks bolder, daring, and breathtaking. It's about time to bring out the badass girl buried inside me. Tonight, you're gonna see another version of Karolia.

And of course, they had to mention how attractive he is along with his faults. "But he's such an asshole. He came up to me today demanding that I show him respect." Gwen let out a sharp laugh. "Like who does that. Someone needs to burst that kid's bubble." Tania, one of the few women who were in their twenties like Gwen spoke up. "Yeah, he acts like he is the best thing ever. Just because he is attractive and talented does not mean that he should act like that."

"It gave me opportunities people from my background don't get." The woman stared at him. "So you've been using her?" "I used the situation." "Daniel..." "I'm too close now." His voice hardened. "I'm not walking away until I get everything I deserve." The hallway spun. Bianca pressed one hand against the wall. No. No... The woman lowered her voice. "What if she really loves you?" Daniel shrugged. "So?" Bianca bit down so hard on her lip she tasted blood. Inside the apartment, the woman whispered,

I waited at home until midnight before Ethan finally returned. When he opened the door and saw me sitting on the couch, there was neither any trace of guilt on his face nor the urge to explain. Instead, he barked an order, "Run the bath for me. And pour me a cold drink." When I didn’t move, he pressed his fingers to his brow in irritation. "Maya, what little tantrum are you throwing now? I’m exhausted, alright?" "Exhausted from drinking? Or from making out with another woman?" My words dripped with sarcasm. "And you still expect me to treat you with respect?"

Lucien leaned back in his chair, cock thick and aching in his pants as he watched them kneel and tremble at his feet. Perfectly broken. Perfectly his. And somewhere deep inside the body that was no longer fully his own, Cassian could only watch in silent, horrified, aching horror… as the pleasure of surrender began to feel far too good.

He pushed the door open, stepping into the sterile environment. The woman lying in the center of the bed looked nothing like the terrifying, untouchable matriarch who had once ruled Manhattan high society. Claudia Whitmore was hooked up to a web of whirring monitors and plastic tubes, her skin a sickly, translucent gray. But as the door clicked shut, her eyes flicked open. Even on the brink of death, those eyes possessed the sharp, aristocratic glint of a predator. "Adrian," Claudia rasped, her voice sounding like dry paper rubbing together. Her gaze shifted slowly to Arabella, traveling down to the prominent swell of her pregnant stomach. "And the girl. You actually brought her."

I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start. My phone buzzes again. Zain: If you don’t fix this, I will. Don’t test me. Ah. There he is. The real Zain. I take a breath, and I block him. As much as I’d enjoy him making a fool of himself, I think I love my peace more. I can’t resist the urge to check the news. The Montclair Watchdog, naturally, was the first to go for the jugular: BREAKING: Montclair Heiress Stuns With Secret Fiancé Reveal. Billionaire Dante Moreau Finally Off the Market?