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Here, little princess. I'm your king. You have three rules. Bow. Break. Bend the knee. Fight me all you want, but soon enough, you'll be chanting long live the king.
There are two of those at Royal Elite School, also known as RES. According to Dad — sorry, Father — I’m to stay away from anything with the last name King. When I became Lord Henry Clifford’s ‘public’ daughter, he had two rules for me: You will not disgrace the Clifford surname. You will stay away from the King surname. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t listen, but the two kings of the school represent everything I loathe. Unrestrained power. Reckless behaviour. Corrupted wealth.
A monster isn’t born. It’s made. Here, little lamb. I won’t eat you. At least, not yet.
I want to complicate her. Ruin her. Crush her innocence. Then watch it all burn. But again, that’s what I feel about most beautiful things. If my soul is black, why does the world need colours?
Warm fingers touch my side. I crack my eyes open and make out a small star tattoo like mine on the inside of his arm. “Leave her,” the voice says. My world goes black.
Aiden offers me a knowing glance before he, Xander, Ronan, and Cole stalk to the locker room. They’re nicknamed the four horsemen because whenever they’re on the field, they bring conquest, war, famine, and eventually death. I call them the four fuckers.
I want to ruin that. I need to ruin that. Beautiful things have positive effects on people. Most want to capture such moments and relive them over and over again. Not me.
Masks will suffocate you, Star.
“What the hell do you want from me?”
“Your fire.”
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Someone like Levi King doesn’t save others. He only gives them the illusion and makes them believe they’re out of danger. When they fall for the trick, he pushes them off the cliff all over again. A king doesn’t sacrifice himself. The poor pawns do. I may have retreated, but I will not be a pawn.
“I don’t like it.” Levi’s voice stops me in my tracks. I slowly turn around to face him. “You don’t like what?” “When others touch you.”
“From today on, you won’t let anyone touch you.”
“Astrid,” he growls, his hand clasping around my arm. “You don’t want to fight me on this.”
“Fight like that, Princess.”
“Do you see what your fight does to me?”
He’s…hard. For me.
The push isn’t painful, the fall is.
“You were never supposed to be invisible, Princess,”
“The rain,” Levi whispers, still closing his eyes. “My father taught me to feel the rain.”
You make me lose control and you’ll pay the price for it.
The princess can fight whatever we have all she wants, but I’ve already set my sights on her. She can run, but I’ll catch her every time. Hell, I’ll enjoy every minute of the chase, too. There will be no escaping the king’s grasp in his kingdom.
In one night, I’ve had a bruised nose and shoulder because of her. I’ve had my first all-consuming kiss with her. I’ve enjoyed the rain after a long time also because of her. I can’t begin to imagine what my life will be like if I spend more time with her. No idea what this fucking obsession with Astrid is all about, but I know one thing. I’m seeing it to the very end.
I haven’t decided whether you're my damnation or my salvation.
I don’t know what pissed me off more. The fact that she wasn’t there for me, or the fact that she was cheering another guy’s name right in front of me.
My demons aren’t yours to fight.
Xander grins and it’s too sickeningly charming. He has classic pretty boy looks, blond hair, blue eyes, all complete with dimples.
“I told you I’ll ruin you.” There’s malice in his tone. A sharpness that’s meant to cut. “I told you I’ll break you, but you still didn’t back down. You still taunted me as if asking me to retaliate harder.”
“What you saw isn’t what it seemed,” he says in a cool tone like we’re discussing the weather. "Sure thing. I definitely didn't see you getting your dick sucked by Nicole, King." “Don't call me that.” “Isn’t that what you demand everyone to call you, King?” “Not you.”
His presence is like a natural disaster — impossible to avoid and always leaves destruction behind. And I refuse to be collateral damage.
“Nicole’s sloppy seconds aren’t on my to-do list.” “Fuck Nicole. Fuck everyone. None of them matter.” “And I do?” I scoff. “You do.”
“Are you obsessed with me or something?” “Call it an obsession or foolishness or fucking madness,” he grunts, squeezing my throat. “But you keep your eyes on me.”
I don’t get to reply, because his tongue invades my mouth. Conquers it. Smashes it. Like it’s his God-given right. Like I was made for him to conquer.
“Lie all you want, but I can feel your arousal, Princess.”
“You taste.” Suck. “Like.” Suck. “Fucking sin.”
Levi owns me in ways I can’t begin to explain. I can’t even understand them myself.
“I would’ve found you no matter what, Princess. It was a matter of when, not if.”
Fight all you want, but you’ll never win.
There are two things I learn when I drop Astrid off at school. A- She doesn’t want to be seen with me. B- I fucking hate it.
No one touches what belongs to me. Astrid Clifford is already mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Kissing Astrid isn’t merely a pleasure; it’s slowly becoming a need, like air and food.
“You might think you have a choice, but you don’t. You will bow to me.”
“Those who don’t play chess think the king is the strongest piece, because the game ends when he dies, but they don’t stop to think that if the queen dies first, the king doesn’t have a chance to survive.”
Fuck that. Fuck her trust issues. I’m done waiting for her to accept this. If I have to use force, so be it.
Long Live the Queen.
He thought he broke me, but he shouldn’t have let me pick up the pieces, because what doesn’t kill me, better run.
Fuck him. Fuck anyone who thinks that Astrid is no longer mine.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” “I’m kidnapping you, Princess.”
