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He always either sits next to me or across from me, crowding me with his insistence.
I can’t help but scoff a chuckle myself, which widens Ren’s smile. He likes making me laugh, even when it’s at him and his whorish ways.
“I just turned eighteen. I’m not doing drugs or partying or getting arrested… I’m a sophomore at Berkeley with a 4.0 GPA! Honestly, what more do you want??”
My exterior is stunning. An almost ethereal creature with gem eyes and perfectly chiseled features. On the inside, I’m decaying and rotten. But no one sees that part, so it’s okay.
or Tulum…
“Mmm… Lex. You taste so good.” Fuck this. Fuck you, you evil, beautiful, slutty little liar.
I refuse to feel good with him.
“I’m not yours to ruin anymore,” I whisper.
From the moment we met, it was like my soul reached out and grabbed onto him, clutching with desperate, greedy fingers, trying frantically to smoosh him in and make him a part of me.
“I don’t care what you want, Ren!”
I’m a power bottom, through and through.
I love it because it means Lex is still affected by me, no matter how hard he tries not to be.
But Dash is still looking, a nervous sort of delight etching his eyes… Like maybe he’s seeing someone else, too. Someone he wants to see.
“I just want you to care,”
No matter what happens in this place, I’ll always be right fucking here, alone.
“You look like shit.” “You’re looking at me,” he hums. “I call that a win.”
He makes me nervous.
“I want more of this, baby.”
“The thing about evil,” she whispers, “is that it masquerades as good. True evil doesn’t look like a monster with horns and a forked tongue. It’s beautiful, charming, and powerful… An exceptional liar, and a master at manipulating its camouflage.” She falls quiet once more. And I sit, helpless, with my mind aching in emotional logic. “There are no heroes in this world, Lex. Just villains with a better disguise.”
“You don’t look so good… Maybe you should go get some rest.” “Fuck you, I always look good,” I grumble.
But he’s just a man, nothing special or worth fawning over.
We both go quiet for a bit, just thinking. Individual thoughts in a shared space.