Assistant to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #1)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

She’d been called many disparaging things in her life. Alarmingly all beginning with the letter F. Flighty, foolish, forgetful, and, by a strange turn of events, she was finally able to add the final F. Fucked.

There was a confusing dryness to everything he said. Like he either had a secret sense of humor or he truly believed everyone else in the world was incompetent.

“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.

That familiar, annoying buoyancy whirled through him, making him feel vile things like joy and the unmistakable need to laugh.

since a good book often felt like the same comfort as the heat of sunlight brushing your cheeks.

“If life was built on regrets, we’d have monuments the size of giants.”