Perfection Addiction Novels & Stories

The one I craved. My mind drifts back to Alina's tiny broken foot and I sigh. I never wanted to be like this. Growing up I had sworn I'd be normal, that I'd give this up and become the person I wished I could be. The desire to hurt is addictive, an instant hugh once the damage is done, and I can't seem to conquer my addiction. Despite how valiantly I had tried in the past. In my dream world, I'd have met Alina in some coffee shop. We'd have hit it off instantly and started to date. We'd be a real couple. This is not real. She doesn't love me. We'd have kids running around in a few years, I'd work a more respectable job, and she wouldn't have a mental lapse or panic under my touch. We've neve

“I’ve never met anyone else so perfect for me—inside and outside of the bedroom—and I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna take you any way I can get you, baby girl. Any way at all. Even if that means it’s on your terms.” “You’re crazy,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek. “You don’t get what my addiction is, do you? You don’t get how I could destroy you, me, and everyone around us. I could hurt us all without batting an eyelid because that’s what my addiction is. It’s just too tempting to fight.” “You’re the biggest addiction I’ve ever been faced with. I’m not going to let you hurt us. Do you see that?” “No, because you don’t know.”

He still couldn't believe that he didn't hurt the girl even though she made him that angry or was it because she was the only person his cat ever paid attention to. He opened his eyes, staring at the picture in front of him, a memory replayed in his mind. It was the same picture she was staring at when he came in. The picture that have been hunting his dreams for the past five years. Alex fisted his knuckles angrily, angry at himself that a mere picture of a woman that might not even be real is capable of making him so helpless. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Alex sighed frustratedly due to the fact that he was thinking of her once again. A person that doesn't and will never e

“Just for a second.” I watched as he fought the battle of opening his eyes. He eventually did, but he looked everywhere else avoiding me. I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Even if that doesn't tell you anything, I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I'm not disappointed either.” “I wanted to be perfect for you.” He whispered, “There's no such thing as perfection.” “At least, I wanted to be good enough for you.” “You are.” “I'm not. At least not yet. I'm an addict. I thought I was recovering, but that obviously isn't the case.”

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake. After seeing that news about Shane I drown myself in alcohol everyday after working allday like a beast. I don’t want to have any free time in my everyday life so that I will not think of her. But sadly after working all day in the long run while drowning myself in alcohol all I think about was her. I love her so much and I really miss her. My family always talked to me, especially my dad. He always checks on me if I am okay. I just answer them with lies. I don't want them to worry about me.

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

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

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

I closed my eyes with how turned on he had me with his dirty words. He kissed down my chest, taking one of my hardened tips into his mouth and sucking on it achingly, slowly. I arched off the bed, my need too great to go unfulfilled. He chuckled, giving me what I desired the most, his fingers dipping inside one digit, then two, his mouth going crazy on my nipples. His mouth paused briefly to whisper into my ear. “You are too perfect for me, Lily. Always driving me crazy and taking me so perfectly well. You’re my addiction, a bad one. I don’t think it’s ever going away. Jesus, I love…”