Novel & Cerita Perfect Addiction

—You'll be the happiest man tonight, I promise —from this position, she looks damn sexy. This is better than all the fucking drugs in the world. She stops moving her hand and takes it to her mouth. Some moans escape me, which seems to excite her more as she chokes a little. We haven't reached the damn orgasm yet, and I feel like I could rot in hell right now. The game has just begun. Author: Who said being “perfect” is boring? Here the monster is just waiting for the right moment to unleash chaos and devour you alive. Mathias thinks he controls everything, but you’ll see how his life goes to hell when desire and darkness mix without brakes.

"It's nowhere close to the truth and deep down, you know that too. You're probably just afraid to confront that truth." I shook my head. It's easier for people like Adam, people like Sophia who have the perfect smiles, the perfect statures, the perfect faces, the perfect charisma to think from our perspective, people like me. "You don't understand...." "Make me." He interrupted just as the bell went off, signaling the end of the free period and the beginning of the next period. "You guys are still here." Someone said and we both looked away from each other to see Sophia standing right behind the bench opposite us. Then she walked away without a word.

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.

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV What I hate about myself is not giving in. Not giving in even when my heart and my mind together are already bloody screaming at me what I want and how I can get it. This is all just pride talking and influencing my whole being not to give in—not to give into Matt Zamora. Whatever we have is at the fine line between perfection and chaos. Our relationship compliments both of us in all the wonderful ways, but it is also in the brink of destroying everything we have.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

“Are you perfect?” “No.” “Then why should your future wife have all the pressure to be flawless? It’s okay to be annoyed at the person you love sometimes. It’s natural if something they do makes you sad, or if you do something that is less than optimal. We all make mistakes. If that’s why you’re still single—because you’re looking for Miss Perfect—you are going to be single for a very, very long time.” “I don’t think I’m expecting her to be perfect,” Parker said with a frown. “Just the relationship.”

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

His mouth, his body, his touch giving her pleasure. Still, after they'd been together a while, after he'd satisfied her every need many times over, then maybe she'd be ready to try something a little more...exotic. She found herself smiling mischievously at the thought. In Mattie's mind, he was the perfect lover. He knew exactly what she wanted. He would try anything. And everything he did was perfect. The Brad of her fantasies was always perfectly in tune with her needs. Perfectly erotic. Perfectly satisfying.

she pouted. Before he could answer, his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call, his voice low, his back to her. Deli’s eyes followed him, her mind drifting. Her heart tugged. Was this real? Was all her pain finally over? Everything felt too perfect… and that scared her. Whenever life got this good, something always seemed to happen to ruin it. Still, she told herself, she would enjoy this moment. When Chase returned, she searched his face. “Everything okay?”