Infinite stars!!
I am in love. 🖤🖤 I am very aggressively very calmly threatening (with a knife) telling everyone that Eli and Eden are fucking mine. They. Are. Mine. Don't dare fuck with me about this!!!!
Omg omg omg, I LOVED Ominous so much. I'll admit I was disappointed after I read Ecstasy (Book 1) because I was invested in Eli and.... well, if you've read it, you'll know what I was feeling after completing Ecstasy. But Ominous was such a goddamn treat! Eli's dangerous and delicious sociopathy coupled with Eden's cautious, intelligent mind and dark heart....it made the already high intensity in K's books explode to new heights.
My heart was pounding during the entire fucking read and I was experiencing a slew of emotions that I don't think I even have the capacity to distinguish. Ominous felt more like a drug than Ecstasy to me😆🖤🖤☠️
Recommend?! Hell, I would make you read this book at gunpoint if I could .. it's so worth it. 🖤
Quotes :
I think I hear something underneath his statement. Something darker. Hidden. Play in the shadows with me.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, still facing away from him. What if we never come back into the light?
Would it scare you? The ways I want love?
You can’t scare me, Eli.
You have no idea, baby girl.
Besides, we’re the type of people to live forever, even if we don’t want to. Maybe because we don’t want to. I think God enjoys orchestrating a little suffering.
Her: You like bad girls, don’t you, Eli?
Me: I like you.
Her: An angel, remember?
Me: Be a devil for me.
She is a mess, she’s decided, and no one wants a mess. Not a real one. Not an unromanticized version of one.
Flared tempers and tension-filled fights can be appealing. Dreamy. Passionate.
Haunted memories, waking up in a cold sweat because they infected your dreams, remembering you have no future because you live with a brain which hates you, imagining someone you love walking out, over and over and over…
Therapists. Medications. Psychiatrists. Studies.
Blood on your hands.
No one wants that.
No one wants the reality of mental illness.
No one wants to be the recipient of one of those disorders with no cure, no treatment, no understanding. Those are the type of things people write angry blog posts about. Self-publish books on how to avoid people just like that.
Just like me.
Five Signs of a Sociopath: Run, Don’t Walk.
We skipped the small talk because two souls know when they’re conceived to collide. They don’t need an introduction. They just fucking ruin each other without a hello.
Why do you always have to pretend to be so goddamn tough? Break a little, just for me.
The torture kind of makes life worth living. The power makes me feel loved.
It’s why we won’t make it.
You can only survive so many knife wounds before you simply… bleed out.
“Show me how you hurt me when I can’t see.”
Our relationship is strange, and the warning signs are screaming at me, but I like the way they sound.
Everyone wants to pretend they’re sympathetic to people with mental illnesses until they start showing signs of being mentally fucking ill.
“What do I need to do?” she whispers, staring up at me with what I choose to believe is adoration but could just as easily be terror. I think, maybe, they’re the same thing.
I never believed I could tame him. I just assumed he wouldn’t bite me.
She turns her head to look up at me. "I’m going to fucking murder you."
I smile, smoke curling around my teeth. "Don’t tease me with a good time."
I’m all yours, Nightmare Girl.” I bite the side of her face, hard, and her calves tremble, wrapped around my waist. I flex my fingers tighter.
No breath leaves her lungs.
And if you want to keep breathing, you’re all fucking mine.
I’ve come to understand he needs his love drenched with a little blood, wrapped up tight in bruises.