Destroy Me (Shatter Me, #1.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

“I do not drink caffeine, Delalieu. Why do you always insist on having it served at my meals?” “I suppose I always hope you will change your mind, sir.” I look up. Delalieu is smiling that strange, shaky smile. And I’m not entirely certain, but I think he’s just made a joke. “Why?” I reach for a slice of bread. “I am perfectly capable of keeping my eyes open. Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.”

Bro just roasted me

“Juliette,” I gasp, “please—” She runs her free hand through my hair, tugs my head back so I’m forced to meet her eyes. And then she leans into my ear, her lips almost touching my cheek. “Do you love me?” she whispers. “What?” I breathe. “What are you doing—” “Do you still love me?” she asks again, her fingers now tracing the shape of my face, the line of my jaw. “Yes,” I tell her. “Yes I still do—” She smiles. It’s such a sweet, innocent smile that I’m actually shocked when her grip tightens around my arm. She twists my shoulder back until I’m sure it’s being ripped from the socket. I’m seeing spots when she says, “It’s almost over now.” “What is?” I ask, frantic, trying to look around. “What’s almost over—” “Just a little longer and I’ll leave.” “No—no, don’t go—where are you going—” “You’ll be all right,” she says. “I promise.” “No,” I’m gasping, “no—”

I like my men submissive and pathetic

Ok Erwin Smith