Novel & Cerita Perfection Addiction

But God, I loved what he did to me. The way his fingers knew exactly how to ruin me. The way they fit inside me like they were made for it. The way he gave orders that had nothing to do with being anyone's father. He was right. Once we started, there was no going back. I could feel the addiction taking root—dark, twisted, inevitable. It terrified me. It also made me ache. God help me, I am already obsessed with him. "Maya! You'd better be ready!" Chloe's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, her footsteps thundering outside my door.

“It is not okay that you suffer for my mistakes. You are all perfect, and I am all a mess. And now, you are caught up in all this.” She chuckled. "Am Iperfect?” she implored, differing from his statement, “May I remind you that I was the disgrace of my family? That is why they did not think even for a second before trading me away the first chance they got? May I also remind you why I had to be locked up like a bad omen in my own home? It was because of my sins? I slept around, got pregnant, and got dumb, like, nadah! And lastly, may I also remind you that the reason we are now in this mess is because my sister told the world about it? Now, Mr. Adam, tell me where perfection is in all that.”

She keeps doing these things to me and acts like it’s nothing, she keeps making me want to be the perfect man for her instead of the man that I usually am. “I want to be good enough for you and just you alone,” I said as I kissed her, “I’ve tried everything to let you out of my mind, I’ve tried but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, Lilly.” “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I confessed, “I’m addicted to you, Lily. Fucking addicted.”

I imagined him walking outside the room because his background just went quiet. “Tara, I miss you,” He said in a low voice, making me suck for air. I closed my eyes, imagining him beside me. Blake is a drug affecting my brain, making it difficult for me to resist wanting and needing him for a reason I don’t know. I am so addicted to him. There was a few seconds of silence between us. “Tara, I’m crazy about you, and I can’t stop thinking about you...” He went quiet again. “And I’m about to do something I have never done in my entire life.”

While visiting me, she was accidentally caught on camera by an online influencer who was staking out my door, and the video of her striking good looks sparked an immediate surge of media attention. She swiftly seized the viral moment, interacting with the online audience, and successfully transformed into an online influencer with millions of followers in just half a month. I simply couldn't cope with the reality of my disfigurement, so I ultimately took my own life by slitting my wrists in the bathroom. It wasn't until I died that the reason for my hideous transformation became clear. It turned out that Queenie resented my superior performance at work and my attractive appearance. The perfu

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

"So, you are calling your uncle a liar?" "I didn't say so." "But your statement contradicts his own statement." "Does it?" "Yes it does, Perer. Everything you have been saying since you stepped inside this room has been contradicting itself. Do you want to get help?" "I don't know," I said slowly. "I don't know if I can trust anyone again. I have discovered it is human nature for all of us to be selfish. We feed on selfishness as if it is our daily food. We are all addicted to selfishness. You are addicted to selfishness and can't stop acting as if you know everything about me when you don't. I am addicted to selfishness because I keep on believing I am abnormal when I am normal."

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

Sophia’s shadow lingered, but our extreme, joyful addiction remained the core of our perfect, happy relationship, stronger, filthier, and more addicted with every chapter. The drive back from the cabin was thick with lingering lust. My body was still sore and leaking traces of Marcus’s cum from the final morning anal session on the cabin deck, my holes stretched and sensitive with every bump in the road. The isolation had been pure primal heaven, screaming orgasms echoing through the woods, his fists and cock destroying me without limits, but the city and Sophia’s shadow waited. Marcus’s phone had buzzed with a missed call from her during the drive. “She left a voicemail about needing to ‘fi

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”