Perfect Addiction Novels & Stories

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

He didn’t quite know where his strength had gone, he never felt this drained no matter how exhausting his matches were. He made himself a cup of tea with automatic motions and felt the eyes of everyone in the room. He took a sip and felt much better immediately. His mind had come out of its panicked state. “Is there any chance that the selection made by the government system could be redacted and a selection made again?” he enquired. “I think everyone was expecting Prince Sebastian’s marriage partner to be female.” Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied.

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.

I pushed myself too fast out of fear and now I've made it worse. "Roxanne just breathe for me." Xavier's voice broke the silence surrounding me, calm and surprisngly soothing. I closed my eyes again and tried to do as he said but my mind was racing again and I simply couldn't focus. I haven't been able to sleep since I got here and it was more than just the nightmares. I wanted my closet back. I wanted the room that no one came into. I wanted to go back to no one noticing me or asking me to trust them. I wanted to go back to before my mate rejected me when I thought maybe someone could really love me.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

“I want this place. No need to show me the rest. I’m getting late. You can hand me the keys and I’ll ask my lawyer to do all the procedures.” I didn’t want anyone else’s scent to be mingled with hers’ in the bedroom. I want it to be just raw for me to inhale to my heart’s content. Our mate’s scent is like an addictive drug for us supernatural beings and I was no different. I was hooked to her sweet scent. While I was busy in my thoughts, the man nodded and made his way towards me, “I understand, but I can’t hand you the keys without the processing. It’s against our policy.” He informed me while ushering me out.

“You’re too perfect…What’s wrong with you?” “I’m so perfect women never stop questioning what’s wrong with me.” My eyes popped open to shoot him a quizzical look. He grinned. “Ah. That got your attention.” He changed his focus to whirl that finger in a slow circle inside me, making me tense and fumble for something to grip to try to keep back the moan that was already clawing its way up my throat. “I’m plenty broken, I promise you.” “How?” “Honey, I’m ten kinds of fucked up. For starters, I hardly sleep.”