Perfectly Addicted Novels & Stories

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.

“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 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

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

“When I’m in love with someone I will make sure to make that person my number one. I will make sure that every second of every day that she spends with me is filled with only love and happiness.” “Are you already confessing to me?” Shane teases me while laughing so sweetly. Then everyone around us laughs and shouts too because she’s teasing me. I just smiled at her. I want to talk to her privately about me being attracted to her. After I speak it’s Shane’s turn to speak too about herself. “Hello I’m Shane Sandoval. Twenty four years old and I’m Bi. I’m attracted to a man and a woman.” She said it proudly.

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.”

James traced his fingers through the cum on her stomach. “You’re perfect, Precious,” John said quietly. “We’re keeping you.” She smiled weakly, her eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure. Even though her body felt completely destroyed, she could already feel that familiar ache building again between her legs. “Yes, Daddies,” she whispered. The passion between them was raw and endless. Four bodies, pure lust, and no sign of stopping. Precious knew she was addicted. And she didn’t want it to end.

“Stupid soul… wonder how much power these people actually have. Even my father fears them. This is insane.” His assistant whispered, “Sir, your blood pressure—” “Don’t talk about my blood pressure,” Damian snapped. “Talk about how to fix this fucking mess.” He loosened his collar and kept working, hands flying across keyboards, eyes locked on the flickering numbers. Every second counted. Meanwhile, across the city, Aria sat curled on her bed, her laptop open, her world spinning. Tears streaked her face. Her voice trembled as she whispered to herself, “It can’t be… It just can’t.”

"And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." Yes. God, yes. The addiction was real, and I was diving in headfirst. “Please."

I miss the way I fit so perfectly inside her, like we were two broken pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place. We are fucking perfect together. And sooner or later, she’s going to stop fighting it. She needs to stop holding back and start accepting it, because I know she feels it. I know she’s just as addicted to me as I am to her. A sharp knock at the door shattered my concentration. I looked down at my lap; I was sporting a full-blown hard-on just from the thoughts running through my head. ‘That’s what you do to me, Barbie. You ruin me without even trying.’