Perfection Addiction Novels & Stories

I was the girl every other girl wanted to be, and the girl every boy wanted to date—the football jocks, the class president, even the nerds. So yes, you could say I was living the dream life. I was smart, I was pretty, I had a body to die for. But of course, no one is ever truly perfect. There always has to be a flaw hiding somewhere in that perfection. And mine? Well… I was a sex addict. Yes, a sex addict. Someone who enjoyed sex. Who loved it. Who craved it. Who, no matter the situation or what she was doing, instinctively thought about it.

"A constant struggle to be perfect and always feeling like I'm not enough, a nightmare of hearing him defile Mom every night and pretending like I don't hear a thing, killing innocent people and constantly lying to my mom about it." "Is that why you always want to be perfect?" She asked, her voice soft. "No." I said instantly before realising that it might have stemmed from there. "Maybe. It's just...it's drilled into my head ever since I can remember. That an Alpha cannot be anything less than perfect. That’s why I always hold myself to such a high regard, I disappoint myself before anyone else like that and it helps me become better. It's a constant pressure but truthfully, it's challengin

It was bittersweet, and my heart broke all over again when I pulled away. He stood, staring at me, his eyes burning a heartbroken hole into my back. I walked to the door, every part of me hurting, my soul being ripped to shreds by my own words, and opened it. “I don’t want fucking perfect. I want you. Just you.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered one last time before stepping through the doorway. Walking away from pain into pain. Because that was addiction. A never-ending circle of pain and devastation. If you have the object you crave, you hurt.

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

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.

She didn't sense anything wrong or how the air around her thickened slowly, and Beckett looked angry with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Being a person of the 21st century, it sounds awful in a thousand ways when you look down on a woman or man just because they were somehow weaker or were no match to stand at your level. What do you expect us to do for you, huh? Lick the damn ground you walk on like you are some god, and we will be your followers! This is not a Barbie World, and no girl chooses Ken over...well, Elias!" Emily knew she sounded like a complete narcissist, but she didn't know who to compare with Ken. Besides, the female co-workers liked Elias for his nature, which made her fe

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

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,

I say nothing, letting the hot tea okay with my tongue a bit, feeling mint and something else, and licking my lips before facing her "I wasn't using coke or heroin or weed or sumn like that, I'm quite sure I can not overdose" My doctor, with her red hair and overly stoic face that I never could really under though I preferred it to her smile anyway, gave me a look of distrust "I think it's have been more safer if you were perchance addicted to one of those. It's harder to find those ones. You're addicted to aspirin, it's so common and a regular OTC drug" I sigh, taking another sip of my tea, and saying "I remember how withdrawal was, I don't even like this place, I wouldn't want to come back

She breathed out. Her life felt so perfect it scared her so much. She had the husband of her dreams. He did everything right, and almost always said the right thing. It was as if she was some in some kind of fairytale dream and soon enough she’d wake up then it would all be gone. She fixed her hair and sat down as he showered. *** In Suncity, Love scrolled on her f******k lying on her bed. She paused coming across a post by some motivational speaker.