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Unknown Binding
”We’re not made for soft endings. We’re made for catastrophe, for the kind of connection that leaves scars, the kind that haunts you long after the final page is turned. I know that. And yet, I stay.”
read this if you like:
⤷ enemies to lovers
⤷ forbidden romance
⤷ forced proximity
⤷ found family
⤷ foster siblings
this was my first book by monty jay and i’ll definitely read more!
NB: this is second gen!!! i’m an idiot and didn’t know the hollow boys series was the first gen. i suggest to read the 1st gen before diving into this, so you can understand better the family background.
monty’s writing is beautiful🤌🏻 i underlined the whole book, and that says a lot about a dark romance. however, i found the pace very slow after the first 50%, and the ending was a bit rushed. but did i enjoy it nonetheless? hell yeah!
”Jude Sinclair and I were born with hatred for each other in our DNA. Our existence is a continuation of a decades-old rivalry. An invisible string the color of blood coiled our souls in familiar resentment.”
”From Ponderosa Springs to West Trinity Falls, Seraphina Van Doren is folklore. Hair red as crimson, tongue sharp as knives, and a heart made of ice. Ponderosa Springs’s infamous Queen of Disaster.”
”Jude Sinclair is a fucking poet. Poetry is chaos. It’s the universe before the Big Bang, a mess of atoms colliding in ways that can’t be predicted.”
The beauty, I found, was not in understanding our world but the sense of wonder and curiosity it fed. That gift of acceptance that no matter how terrible moments may seem, it is all minuscule compared to the never-ending galaxies.
Right now, as I watch the world spin while I remain wholly still, I can admit that I miss the feeling of belonging. Belonging to someone, something, anything.
Tonight, the Queen of Ponderosa Spring was my exile.
It’s just me and my thoughts, the only witness to the fury and pain that has simmered inside me for so long. I enjoy being alone. In silence, I can be whoever I want. I’m both the creator and observer, the architect of my own thoughts. It’s a refuge where I can breathe freely and exist without the weight of the world pressing down on me. It’s the only time I find peace.
Her pain, it isn’t loud. It’s not the kind that screams for attention. It’s the quiet kind, the kind that gnaws at you in the middle of the night when the world goes silent and there’s no one left to distract you from it. It’s a slow, suffocating ache, a weight that carves itself into bone. It’s the kind I know and know well. It leaves scars you can’t see.
The world notices when she’s absent. And unfortunately, so do I.
“What if there’s another version of us out there? You think we hate each other in all of them?”
Jude gave me a universe where I could be me.
“There’s my girl,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers, “How’s our universe?”
But for her? I’d kneel. I’d grovel like Prometheus, chained to the rock, enduring agony every day for a stolen fire I was never meant to touch. I’d suffer, I’d bleed, I’d pray to gods I’ve long since forsaken if only for the hope that she was okay.
“Jude, J, my loner poet, the star-crossed love of my life…”