Perfectly Addicted の小説・ストーリー

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Blaze.” I whispered as I tightly clutched his silky shirt, even though it felt so right, even though everything inside me burns brighter when he looks at me— even though my knees buckled right now, when he slowly slotted his firm thigh between my legs. “You know you want it.” He slowly pressed his index finger into my mouth, and my eyes fluttered shut when he pressed an open kiss against my jaw. “But- my brother...” I mumbled around his finger, as I forced my eyes open. He lifted his thigh and pressed it against my core and I let out a stuttered cry as I threw my head back, my knees threatening to give out this time. “... doesn’t have to know.” —————— To hide her dark secrets, Tessy Roper is content with playing the good girl of her college. She keeps up to her grades, doesn’t drink or smoke or go to notorious college parties, and most definitely doesn’t involve herself with pant-dropping bad boys like Blaze Colt - feared gang leader and her elder brother’s best friend. But things take a turn for the worst when her dark secrets get exposed to Blaze Colt and the only way to protect it is to strike a dirty deal with him. Through this sinful man, she’s introduced into a world of whips and chains and one demanding master who’s determined to unravel every perfectly aligned piece of her body - and heart.

"If it's destiny... I would rather choose to die... than to not have you love me back." ........... "Why him...?", Anna shook Mia's shoulder. "It only has to be him.", Mia firmly replied. "Are you aware of what you are doing...? Are you sure what you are throwing yourself into...?", Anna shouted. "I'm willing though.", her words left her lips. ................. "Now...are you still willing...?", Anna questioned. "I...I...though I can make him love me...for the whole 3 years...h...he...", Mia's voice trembled as she couldn't speak anymore. "Mia...you are not that helpless 20 years girl anymore...you have right to choose your happiness...leave that damn family of yours too...I will be your family.", Anna hugged her. ................ "Why do you want a divorce now...?", He was still the same...unbothered. His handsome face and heavenly features just remained as distant as he was before. His hair was combed perfectly taking her breath to see the view in front of her...but her heart was broken beyond to admire the view in front. Memories jolted her... Been 3 years...never once he cared for her...but on their wedding anniversary...he came back late...as she was waiting for him like she always did...but before she could realize...He scooped her in his arms as she walked upstairs to the bedroom she never dared to enter. The butler and his wife were left speechless seeing what just happened. Upstairs. He pinned her to the door, he stared at the sparkling eyes that stared at him...her beautiful fairy face was in shock. His throat felt dry...as his right thumb moved recklessly on her trembling lips. He gulped down the saliva after a sigh...he leaned towards her as his lips touched her collarbone... which made her tremble... ..........

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

"I will kill anyone that touches you, Aria. I don't give a fuck if it's your mate, I'll end him in a second." He growled, his gaze filled with intensity. "Alpha..." "Tell me what you want, Aria. Diamonds? Cars? I will buy it all for you, as long as you agree to be mine." *** But my love story with the formidable Alpha Cole didn't begin as a fairytale, In fact, he wanted to kill me when we first met, blackmailed me into working for him. *** "Will...you kill me, sir?...What happens if I...don't want to work for you?" The Alpha lifted a perfectly arched brow, "you know the saying, Ms. Smith. Keep your enemies closer. I'm afraid if you don't agree with me, then I will be disposing of you, tonight." Shit, what had I got myself into? *** Aria has the perfect life; she is the daughter of the Pack's beta, blessed with the gift of prophecy and is mated to the future Alpha of her pack. But everything crashes when her vision causes her family's exile and her mate chooses the pack's decision over protecting her. In one day, she is rejected by her mate and disowned by her family. At this lowest moment appears Alpha Cole Roman, formidable leader of the infamous Shadow Walker pack and CEO of the largest corporation whose sex appeal is as high as his level of ruthlessness. Like an inferno, he is capable of igniting the fire of love and hope in her heart again, or she could burn in the blazing hell he creates for his enemies. What will she become to this man who plays by his own rules and has sworn revenge on her former pack, especially when her ex-mate comes trying everything to get her back?

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! His rough tongue slid over my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent shiver rippled through my entire body. A moan I couldn’t suppress slipped from my lips. “Ah… Sebastian…” I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn betraying movement making my vagina clench so tightly I almost came. “Beating so fast,” he murmured, his hot breath spilling across my skin, “is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me.” Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh, god… —— I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack’s Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves’ world—until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers—silently swearing revenge. But they didn’t stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me—cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn’t need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all—and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me—

"You can't make me marry Davis. I'm already in love with Kayden, my boyfriend," I said, looking up at my father with a mix of surprise and shock. "How do you think you will pay for your deadbeat boyfriend's surgery without Davis' money?" he asked me, smiling like someone who had just hit a jackpot. *** As I walked down the aisle with tears in my eyes, I had to remind myself of why I was doing this. Kayden needed me. Standing in front of the altar, I saw Davis, the man I was to marry, and froze. He was...handsome. Even with the scowl that covered his face as he lifted my veil, his entire features seemed perfectly handcrafted by God himself. But, he didn't look pleased… "I know I messed up, but making me marry this ugly clown is too much punishment," he said, staring with displeasure into my mascara-smudged face. This was going to be much worse than I thought. *** Torn between having to save her critically ill boyfriend, Kayden, and saving her greedy family from impending poverty, Cassie is forced to marry the rude and domineering Billionaire, Davis Monroe, who does not even remotely love her. Being married to him is the most difficult thing she's ever done but strangely, even when she has the chance to leave, something compels her to stay. A few months later, her boyfriend Kayden returns healthy, extremely wealthy and ready to make her his wife. How will she make her choice? What will she do when she discovers the secret that will break her? The fact that her entire life has been a lie, spun by her father.

For five years, Elena Frost endured a loveless marriage, sacrificing her billionaire heiress identity to become the shadow wife of Marcus Thorne, the man who only married her because she resembled his dead fiancée. She played the role perfectly, quiet, obedient, invisible. She watched him grieve another woman while sleeping beside her. She forgave his coldness, his distance, his cruelty. Until the night she discovered the truth: His “dead” fiancée, Isabelle, wasn’t dead at all. She’d faked her death, married a dying tycoon for his fortune, and now she was back, ready to reclaim Marcus and destroy Elena in the process. The final betrayal comes wrapped in humiliation: a sadistic contract orchestrated by Isabelle and five powerful men, designed to break Elena’s spirit and prove she was never worthy of Marcus. When Elena uncovers the conspiracy and realizes her husband orchestrated her degradation, she vanishes into the rain-soaked night, leaving behind the meek woman Marcus thought he knew. But Marcus Thorne has no idea what he’s unleashed. Because Elena Frost is actually Elena Vittoria Frost-Accardi, the hidden princess of the Accardi Empire, the world’s most powerful crime syndicate masquerading as a legitimate business conglomerate. Her five brothers are legends whispered in fear across continents. Her father is a king who toppled governments before breakfast. And Dante Accardi, the Don who has watched Elena from the shadows since she was seventeen, is done waiting. After one explosive night of vengeance and passion, Dante makes his intentions clear: Elena belongs to him now. He’ll burn down anyone who hurt her, starting with Marcus Thorne.

Ember never meant to make a king. She was just trying to survive her heat without embarrassing herself in front of the massive, infuriatingly calm wolf living in the loft next door. Ember has spent most of her life keeping people at a distance. She’s stubborn, private, and perfectly happy suffering through things alone—including the inconvenient attraction she’s been pretending not to feel toward Ghost. Ghost notices everything. He notices when Ember skips meals. When she hasn’t slept. When she’s pretending she doesn’t need help. Calm, steady, and impossible to shake, he’s the kind of man who doesn’t push—but also doesn’t leave. Which becomes a problem when a violent storm destroys half of Ember’s apartment and Ghost is the one who drags her out of the wreckage. Suddenly the fiercely independent she-wolf who hates relying on anyone is stuck living next door to the one man she’s been trying not to want. Then Ember’s heat hits. What starts as proximity and stubborn attraction turns into something neither of them expected when their bond snaps fully into place—awakening a long-buried bloodline Ember never knew she carried. For generations, wolves like her were known as Kingmakers—rare mates capable of exposing corruption and keeping pack leadership honest. Twenty years ago, someone tried to wipe them out. Now Ember’s power has awakened. And the quiet city she and Ghost call home—long governed by careful politics instead of true pack leadership—is about to change. Because Ghost never wanted to be an Alpha. But Ember’s bloodline has a habit of exposing exactly the kind of wolf who should be. And Ember might have just made a king.

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.