Novel & Cerita Perfection Addiction Movie

“You can breathe now, Gloss. The system is happy. I’m happy. And I didn’t even break a sweat.” I peeked at him, one eye barely open, and muttered, “You really need to stop being perfect sometimes. It’s unfair.” He smiled that knowing, dangerous smirk and replied, “Gloss, perfection is overrated. But apparently, I just earned your forgiveness. And affection. Plus points for charm. Mission successful.” I groaned again, flopping fully backward in the chair like a defeated general. “I hate you.” “And yet,” he said softly, voice low enough that only I could hear, “you care enough to let me win.”

She rubbed her foot in slow, circular motions, massaging me, teasing me right there in front of God and everyone. My cock throbbed, swelling rapidly, straining against the denim. The danger of it—the sheer, reckless insanity of getting jerked off by my cousin's foot while my mother sat two feet away—was fueling my addiction like gasoline on a fire. My mind screamed stop, but my body was screaming more. "I think it takes a very strong man to know what he wants and deny himself," Mira continued, taking a bite of a strawberry. She licked a drop of juice from her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. "But eventually, everyone breaks. Don't you think?"

"Anna. Harris. Herbert. Their characters are alive. And I love how you turn the ending from novel to film. Herbert deserves a second chance with Anna and their child." My smile slowly faded, replaced by the shadow of Sean who I described as the character Herbert. Harris is Harvey. Anna is me. In the novel, Anna ends up happily with Harris, but not in the film. Anna opted into the arms of the troublemaker Herbert. "The ending of your story is somewhat 'tragic', but I think it's the ending with the perfect portion." Yes, Anna and Herbert had enough happiness in the end. I want to be realistic. Sadness has limits, so does happiness. Then what about me? Oh, shit. Remembering that all melts my te

Shadrack couldn't explain what he was feeling. You came in my life on a worst day that l won't ever forget. You saved my life on a perfect timing and you did the perfect thing to send me to the hospital even though l was the one in the wrong. You won a credit in my heart.Besides that you are perfect in whatever you do. Let it be dressing yourself, eating or working.And that day you didn't have sex with with me despite the fact that you wanted it so badly. But the way you restrained you self was way too admirable and perfect. So l thought l should call you Mr. Perfect. Alia stated her reasons.

I said. "Humph. I don't think you know the meaning of perfection. Perfection is love. It's sex. It's the relieve you get after coming back from a stressful work. Good sex is perfection. And there are no sexual desires without me. Imagine there were no sexual desires, this world would have been a boring place for all ye mortals." He paused, then eyed Artemis wearily,

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He felt Amelia get into bed beside him. He admitted to himself that he hadn't yet recovered from his former wife. He craved her even more now that she had come back. He wished she stayed with him. He couldn't deny to himself that he was getting addicted to his former wife. Ronald couldn't imagine what happened to them in the office and for the whole light. It felt like it was a dream come true and he needed to do something about it. She remembered what she said to him yesterday night, she could not be just a mistress. He needed to make her his wife but not the kind of wife she used to be to him. He should have presented her as his wife and said that he married her already three years back.

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

She seemed weak as he peered at her closely. "She is so beautiful and sweet too," Hamilton said inwardly, as he felt like she was even more sweet than Felicia. He had finally seen a girl more sweet and beautiful than Felicia so he would not have any use for her, he thought but then, peering at Monalisa, he could feel her unwillingness to live. He wondered why she didn't want to live but quickly brushed the thought away as he felt it was not his concern. "Forget your wish for death because you are mine now, Monalisa and whatever your reason may be, you are not going to die just yet, not until I am done using you to my satisfaction," Hamilton said inwardly, turning his gaze away from her and

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.