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“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King
It’s clever, how they give you just enough independence to create a sense of normality, but it’s all an illusion. We aren’t free at all; someone’s always watching. That’s probably a good thing. Monsters like me are not fit for society.
With a quick lick, I meet his eyes and offer a dark look of my own. “You still want to play with me, Nix? You might get hurt.”
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.”
She’s stealing my sins and swallowing them whole, greedy for more to hang on to.
A strange sense of calm is quickly descending. I’ve waited for this day, dreamt about it night after night while nursing my shattered heart. Plotting my revenge if I ever saw his face again. I stuffed the feelings so goddamn deep, they sank into the pits of my heart and poisoned everything around them. The memories haunted me for years to come, in every guy that followed him. He ruined them all for me.
But the way she came for me… she’s not the timid, innocent yet surprisingly fiery girl I once knew. This isn’t where they send angels. We’re all fucking devils here.
Have you ever felt like a stranger in your own life? People talk to you, call your name … but none of it feels real. You’re just trapped behind glass watching your life simply pass by, one disaster at a time.
His erection presses into me, but rather than giving me what I want, Hudson leans back and delivers a hard slap to my pussy. “Scream, bitch. I want to hear it.”
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.
I’m her protector. Phoenix, her reason to smile. Kade is her certainty. And Eli… her equal in the dark.
Nothing but ghosts and invisible demons walk these roads.
I never wanted the good parts of you. Your darkness is my home.
“You think death will part us?” Eight can’t answer, her nails tearing his hands to shreds. “There’s no way out of this, blackbird. The Devil wouldn’t dare challenge my claim on your soul. Hell will spit you out and back into my arms, where you fucking belong.”
I know what families do to you. I still bear the scars to prove it. Those sworn to love and protect us are often the ones most equipped to tear us to shreds, piece by fucking piece.
