Wisteria (Belladonna #3)

by Adalyn Grace

Passion made people forget themselves. It kept them from feeling the change of seasons upon their skin or curling their toes into the grass. Passion stole their health. It made both time and families slip away as people lost themselves to their pursuits.

“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”

It was a feeling she knew would never go away—one that dulled with time, perhaps, but also one that spawned from the absence of something that could never be returned. As if someone had reached within her to pluck out a piece of her very soul, and had left her fumbling as she learned to live without it.

because that’s all that a life really is—a series of feelings and emotions that draw a person toward action or inaction.” What a horribly clinical definition.

Society is full of vultures who pick you apart and would sooner peel your skin from their teeth than raise a hand to assist you. They judge and they ridicule,

“And I’ve always hated the rules and nonsense that we adhere to just to avoid being a social pariah. Why is it that we’re expected to sit and accept flowers or ridiculous poetry from men who have determined us valuable from our pedigree or our faces, without ever truly getting to know us? Why is it that we are given a season to graze the surface of who someone is, and then are expected to make a match? And God forbid if it takes us more than one or two seasons to find someone in our tiny social pond. Not that it’s any better if you do find someone, as everything the two of you do will forever be watched.

Blythe had always known that day would come, but no one had told her that moving forward felt like a goodbye she wasn’t prepared for.

I am not trying to take you away from your family, Sweetbrier. I am not trying to pull you from the life that you know. All I’m trying to do is show you a world that you deserve to see.”

“Speak one more word to my wife,” Aris growled, “and I will tear your tongue from your throat.”

Awww 🥹

“Beasty? That is what you chose to name her?” “I thought you’d appreciate having her named after you.”

Whether she realized it or not, he was putty between her palms. He would spend every minute plucking the stars from the sky to deliver a bouquet of constellations if that’s what it took to please her.

This time, she did not let the fear push her away. This time she acknowledged it, giving it the space and consideration it deserved without bowing to it

Humans cannot exist in a stagnant world. They always need something to feel angry or righteous about. It’s what keeps them going, and the world spinning.

“You have every right to be sad, or to be anything in between. But you’re going to be all right,

We just… move on?” “What’s the alternative?”