Novel & Cerita Perfectly Addicted

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."

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.

I said with a wide smile on my face. “I like you, and I will love to be your friend.” I continued, still looking at her. “Are you kidding? So you are not intimidated by my looks?” she asked with a voice that said, ‘you may not like me.’ The truth is this, she really had a mean face that radiated the Fuck Off sign. She had piercings on her tongue and almost every part of her ears. Her looks could really make one piss on his or her pants and she looked very ghetto. She had black short hair which she dyed blonde. I knew her hair was black because the root of her hair had already grown out some portion of black. She continued writing on her book and when I tried to see what kept her busy, she cl

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

so this girl trick me he course under his breath and ran after her" and then burst into laughter rolling on the field. She found a place to hide herself and she switches on the phone"fuck"password" she stare at the phone angrly wishing that can break it" and Jeremy hug her from behind leaving no space between them, you thought you can delete the picture right he asked while she frowned her face.

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

Made him go crazy. Her beautiful face and those black eyes with a hint of peach blossom were cold and sharp but also hid a lot of secrets behind those big cat like eyes. She was always alert and always hot as hell. "Fuck it. I need her and I will soon make you mine dear wifey. I will make you mine and crush you under me every night. Make you beg for mercy but never give it to You."

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Her smile increased as she walked closer. She said that she slept well, and then she cleared her throat, as though she wanted to say something. She looked at me, as though she were waiting for permission to say it. I winked at her in a manner that suggested she should go on with what she wanted to say. She started by thanking me profusely, for everything that I'd done. She expressed her sincere gratitude for how we had saved her from Mason. According to her, she might not have been able to escape death yesterday, if it had not been for my timely intervention. She looked really grateful, and it warmed my heart to see that my efforts was not in vain. She went on to tell me how she had had a v

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”