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March 8 - March 11, 2025
“If life was built on regrets, we’d have monuments the size of giants.”
Don’t be obsessed with your boss’s face, Evie!
“You’re chronically underestimated by people.”
“I would never make the mistake of underestimating a woman like you. It would be a fatal one.” His eyes were molten, his chin hard and unyielding.
She steadied him like an anchor to a wayward ship, and he couldn’t resist bringing her near so that he would not drift too far into his hatred.
“You laughed.” “I know,” Trystan said, shaking his head, hoping to knock the building ache out of it. “You’re fucked.” Trystan shoved Malcolm into the doorway, hard, before walking through and calling out behind him, “Shut up.”
Because watching someone murder their brother is fine, but you’re drawing the line at old ladies in peril? Is that where we are?
It hurt me. He wondered if it would scar her for life if he threw himself from the window.
“You want to come back?” The eagerness in his voice needed to be squashed under his boot like a roach.
She smiled, sheepish and a little flattered that he cared. “You’re not all bad, are you?” He looked offended. “How dare you.”
“Whatever he did, whatever happened that you ended up harmed, you are under no obligation to share it with me,” he called out, and when she turned around, he looked uncomfortable, like his clothes were too tight. “But if there is ever a time when you decide you do not want him existing in the same world as you are, I hope you know, I will enjoy destroying him.”
Get you a mans that would kill for you
Ruined. He didn’t feel ruined with Evie, though. He felt reborn. What a fucking disaster.
He turned back to Tatianna and said in a low voice, “There’s a dagger for you in my office.” The healer lifted a brow. “Who am I stabbing?”
No, cuz same
“She’s beautiful,” Sage said in awe. “She’s horrifying,” he corrected. Sage shrugged, eyes taking in every gruesome part of the guvre’s body. “Oftentimes, it’s the same thing.”
When it comes to the thing one loves most, Trystan thought before running out in the open toward the grate, the sounds of Sage’s screaming protests behind him, it is always better to be trapped together than free and apart.
Adulthood should be illegal.
How could the reality of kissing her possibly surpass the euphoria that was pumping through his veins at what his own imagination had conjured?
The Villain came to an unbidden realization then, so completely tragic that his mind tried to reject the words. But they were there, so plainly it was almost comical. He was in love with her.
Evangelina Celia Sage was woven into his being; in the blink of his eyes, in the crinkle of his smile, in his rusty unused laughter, she was there. From the moment he’d met her, he thought of her like the sun. Bright and vibrant, untouchable.
She was everything he never deserved but longed for anyway.
He was ruined. But he loved her anyway.
“Evil is an art form.”
He was a good kisser, but of course he was. Attractive murderers were always good kissers;
Don’t daydream about kissing your boss, Evie!
“Oh,” Sage said matter-of-factly. “They’re fornicating.”
Marvin—Trystan’s favorite, if he had favorites, which of course he didn’t; he was evil—his not favorite guard barreled through the doors, sweat from sprinting up the stairs running down his forehead.
“I never had the Mystic Illness. I lied.”
YOU MOTHERFUKING LYING ASS BITCH ASS HOE
OMG WTF WTF WTF FUCKING DJE OMG
it was a slow-acting sedative.” Her voice sounded like honey, dripping, sickly sweet. Her father rasped out just one word. “You.” “Yes, I knew. I knew before I even walked in the door.” She shook her head. “I’d hoped that I was wrong.”
THATS MY FUCKING GIRL YES QUEEN WHAT A FUCKIN BOSS OMG I LOVE HER!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Evie let go of his hand and placed hers on his cheek. “We’re all monsters in the end. At least mine lives in the light.”
“I just… I haven’t spoken of it aloud since it happened, but if there was anyone I would share this with, it would be you.”
They took me to the cellars below and locked me in the dark. There were no windows, no torches. I was trapped with the darkness, and it was trapped with me.” Evie was gripping her dress tightly in her hands. “How long— How long did they keep you down there?” “A month.” A month. A month of darkness with no hope for its end, with no way out.
My poor fucking baby 😭😭
This sweet evil man deserves the world
There was a wicked disposition melding with the kindness in her heart, and it was wildly intoxicating.
His body let out such a deep, contented sigh, it was almost a growl. Like it had been waiting for her, and now that she was here, it would only live half as what it had been before, forever waiting to be whole again. Fuck. Well, he knew how the guvres felt now.
Kingsley remained a frog…and not the kind and noble human prince he’d been once upon a time.
I mean I figuered but its nice to have it confirmed
“Little tornado,”
Where the fuck did being good ever get her? What would The Villain say? Make this man pay, little tornado. And so she did.
