Perfection Addiction Novels & Stories

I lay there shaking, holes stretched and leaking, toys buzzing mercilessly, cum drying on my skin. “This is so fucked up…” I whispered, even as another unwanted orgasm built inside me. Lucas leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly. “That’s why you’ll never stop craving it, baby. Goodnight, our perfect little corrupted stepdaughter.” They left me there — bound by pleasure, shame, and the growing addiction to my own stepfathers’ filthy corruption.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

"Would you kill me if I bribed him to take me to the tower every day? The sisters grumbled, rolling their eyes. The gestures were so equal that they almost seemed rehearsed. I just watched in silence. I was used to a lonely life, only with my parents and the animals, because my brothers left very early. So, being in front of three female hurricanes, who began to chatter while fighting, was slightly scary. "What the fuck do you have so much to do on the internet on your vacation? "Mumbled the woman I saw hugging Pablo, the blonde. “Giulia from heaven! Over it, girl. "Gabriella, I'm a digital influencer! "The young girl mumbled, tapping her feet, like a spoiled child. "I need to show up. Every

(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.”

He stroked my hair and whispered, “Only my cum can heal your womb’s failure. Without it, you’re nothing.” “I know,” I whispered, nuzzling closer. “I’m addicted. I’m yours.” By the end of the week, I was a guilt-obsessed wreck. I no longer resisted. I begged desperately for his cum, orgasmed only with his command, and lived for the daily ritual.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises. I bet he'd be delighted after I was gone. He could finally be with Laila. My gaze lingered on Mom, Dad, and Simon before I entered the operating room. When the Dragonbone scalpel sliced open my skin, the last shred of healing ability I had was completely destroyed. The wolfsbane gnawed at my bones and tore my soul apart. I stopped breathing entirely as I reached the end of my life.

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

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.