Novel & Cerita Perfect Addiction

But it was gone before I could place it. “You’ll adjust,” he said finally, turning back to the window. “Sure.” I should’ve left then, but I didn’t. Something kept me rooted in place, staring at the man who seemed so untouchable yet so completely alone. “You know,” I said softly, “you don’t have to keep everything perfect all the time.” He looked at me then, eyes like blue ice under city lights. “Perfection is control, Sophia. And control is necessary.” “Even in your own home?”

Patrick deliberately made her drink it, as he wanted her to be more talkative. He was really desperate to hear the full, and above all, the true story about his mother, not the one he had heard from her younger sister, Jo's mother, or his father and uncle. For all of them, she was a flawless figure, a perfect person with impeccable character, who could only be talked about in superlatives. After years of working with Nick, he knew that something like a ‘perfect’ person didn’t exist. The more ideal someone seems to be, the more secrets they hide behind layers of facades. The perfection was often just some kind of camouflage.

“Hahaha, look everyone! Doesn’t this bitch look just like a dog?” “A minute ago she was acting so high and mighty. Now she’s on her knees licking the floor at my feet!” The clients in the spa burst out laughing, too. “Chloe is going to make the perfect Mrs. Vance. She really knows how to put trash in its place.” I ignored their insults. I fought back the urge to vomit and licked up every last drop of the serum. I looked up at Chloe, my voice desperate. “I did what you asked. Now can you give me the medicine?”

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

"If you want to punish people for their crimes, you need to let go of your feelings for them." Elena's eyes narrowed slightly, her eyebrow shooting up in a silent enquiry."What do you mean?" With each word, Ethan's hand moved, the lighter punctuating his speech. "You must turn off ... open. Close. Your humanity... Open, Close You're not only fighting him... Open. Close. You are also fighting the Lockwoods'." Elena's heart raced as she fixed her gaze on Ethan.

He won, I was eliminated in the first round. Max nods eagerly, going into depth about how much fun he had and how it was the best thing he had ever experienced. Needless to say, I stopped listening immediately. Deep in depth talks about anything really just aren't interesting enough to hold my attention. Unless of course it's really serious. Like, life or death serious.

(eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again! “Becca, please wait. It's not what you think. Let me explain.” “What is there to explain, Matt.”

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

◇NO POV◇ Anyone will not be blessed with every happiness god makes them to lack atleast onething in their life no matter how rich they're or poor they're But some people never understands what they're lacking or never tries to find it in order to fulfill it because according to them they have everything But people like these when they meet right situation or right person they'll know what exactly they need At the sametime our don have everything rich life, powerful family, handsome features according to world and him but the truth is he also lacks something but he never cares about it though one part of his heart tries to remind him what exactly he needs to survive But he don't have enough t