Perfection Addiction Movie Novels & Stories

Maybe this time, I was the one who’s getting addicted to him and still after being aware that it isn’t right, I couldn't help it. "I had done a lot of fucked up things to you. I know very well that I don't deserve you but for you I want to be selfish because I couldn't let you away from me. I am not the perfect husband you've wished of but I promise I will do anything to make you happy because you are my perfect wife." He muttered. I mentally repeated his words again and again till I realize that it wasn't the dream. Perfect husband? You are much more than that. "You are perfect for me Rehan." I said with a smile and looked up at him who did the same.

The feel of his voice in my ears felt right. I made up excuses to ignore the fact that it was the first time, I had tasted perfection and I was getting addicted to it. I didn't want to get addicted to it because I thought something far better was waiting back home for me but the truth is - nothing is better than perfection. You can never do better than perfection... I should have just stopped looking when I found it. I should have just given up and lost myself in his intoxicating presence but I didn't because I was stubborn, foolish, and an idiot.

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.

She pressed her cracked lips together. Disgusting. You're disgusting. She thought to herself. Rowena felt like crying. She wanted to cry. But the tears didn't come. A part of her thought she had no right to cry. There was only an insurmountable amount of self-loathing. Heat coursed through her face and body yet again. She turned off the faucet and moved towards the small shower area. Without undressing, she opened the shower head and stood underneath it. The cool water tapping against her body gave a sense of comfort. Not long after, her black shirt began to hug her body. The sensation wasn't strong enough. Rowena wrapped her weak arms around her torso. She wanted nothing to be embraced, to

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……

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.