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“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King
We’re all victims one way or another, right? But not me. There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own. I’m the fucking monster in this story.
“Fuck, I think you might be my new favourite,” Phoenix gasps. She laughs, returning to her half-eaten apple like nothing happened. We’re in for trouble with this one.
Monsters like me are not fit for society.
Godfuckingdammit, he’s cute in a misunderstood, emo sort of way that makes my thighs clench.
I want nothing more than to shove her off the precipice and follow her all the way down to the depths of hell.
She looks like a beautiful fucking disaster, one that I can’t wait to see unfold.
“Nobody is all good, Brooke. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum of morality, dabbling in shades of grey. There’s no such thing as good and bad. Not really.”
Twin flames destined for oblivion.
My beautiful, broken girl.
I want to consume her. Devour her soul and keep it locked behind my ribcage, where it can’t escape.
She may be a monster, but she’s my fucking monster.
“Something’s wrong with this place. We need to find out what is really happening, and somehow conceal the fact that it was us who threw Rio off that fucking roof.”
I’d cut out my heart and hand it over if that’s what she needed.
Two people. One body. One twisted, sick mind.
I’m the sick boy she fell in love with. She’s the sick girl I’m obsessed with. Perhaps, we’re each other’s antidotes.
as I ride his dick like it’s my day job.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a tree you want to climb.”
She’s mine to bruise and scar, mine to love until death fucking parts us.
And even then, I’ll haunt her goddamn ass to the ends of the earth.
Who else falls in love with four damaged misfits with more baggage than a goddamn airport?
She’s the goddamn air I breathe, the light at the end of the tunnel and the darkness all at once.
I’m her protector. Phoenix, her reason to smile. Kade is her certainty. And Eli… her equal in the dark.
I could get used to this man-meat sandwich lifestyle.
“News flash, Jefferson. You’re not allowed to be alive.”
“I’ll kill them all, princess, and bring you their heads on fucking stakes.”
“Come on, horny assholes. Let’s go die in style.”
