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To everyone who felt you never fit in, and learned the hard way that you don’t have to. Being different is your double-edged sword. One day, you’ll find your shield to match.
Tenebrae—and
the dark verse series mention 😫
Books had become her refuge, especially books with men—humans, shapeshifters, or aliens—who fell in love hard and claimed their women, body and soul. Those were her favorite.
real as hell girl
Panties she wore every day except when she just didn’t want to.
🤨
He existed somewhere between the black and white when he played, and in that moment she wanted to exist in that subspace with him, see what he saw, hear what he heard, feel what he felt.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
“That’s not a look you give your teacher, little crow.”
you’re bewitching,” he murmured, his eyes roving over her entire face. “And I don’t want others fantasizing about you during my class.”
“You might be a luring siren but I’m no ordinary sailor. I’m a mad pirate and I’m trying to resist your call. If I land on your shores, I will plunder and take away everything worth having. Be very careful giving me those eyes.”
conflicted on whether i find this statement cringey. i do fear that if someone told me this i may laugh
Who the hell did this voice belong to?
if this is like enigma where i get no answers for these dumb ass voices imma be pressed
One, two, three, four … fifteen.
the 15 from the story
“Your eyes have such hunger. Your soul is starved, and your flesh is famished. Tell me, Miss Clemm, do you want relief?”
“One taste. That’s it.”
“Death is fascinating. It’s the only inevitability of life, but one that most people spend their lives trying to outrun.
“Things like my fist in your hair and my tongue in your mouth,” he told her harshly, the lines of his face strained. “Things like fucking you in front of the boy who held your hand, just to tell him you’ll never be his. Things like bending you over my desk after class and telling you to wrap your lips around my cock like you do with your pencil.”
“I’ve known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.”
“If this is madness,” she whispered almost against his lips, “drown me in it.”
“If this is madness,” he told her, echoing her words against her lips, “I’ve already descended too far.”
She wanted, she wanted, to the marrow of her bones, oh how she wanted him, without truly knowing him, not knowing who he was or where he came from. It was madness. The molecules in her body recognized the molecules in his, the madness in her blood recognized the madness in his, the melancholy in her soul recognized the melancholy in his.
“I never regretted kissing you, little crow.”
“Then what did you regret?”
“Having to e...
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“I’m going to fuck you so raw you’ll never get me out. This time is mine. This pussy is mine.”
“I’m done denying this. You’ve haunted me long enough. And I don’t care if you’re haunted by forces beyond your understanding or if it’s all in your head. You’re mine now. For as long as this madness ensues.”
