Hollow (A Gothic Shade of Romance, #1)

by Karina Halle

while Brom has ADHD and depression (also like myself lol/sob)

real af

“Do you make a habit of making girls climax after they’re scared? Do you have a habit of scaring them?” “Sometimes,” I admit. “Men too.” I hold my breath and wait. Witches, as a whole, are open-minded when it comes to different forms of sexuality. I like to sleep with both men and women.

happy pride sluts

“I’ve never heard of him before now,” I say. I glance at Crane briefly. “Neither has he. Doesn’t sound like much of a legend.” “He hasn’t been seen in fifty years,” my mother says. “There were stories about him aplenty when I was growing up.” An odd look comes over her face. Her eyes seem brighter, like this whole thing excites her. “I’ll have to tell the Sisters.” Strange that she calls them the sisters and not her sisters. “Why?” Crane asks. “Because the horseman came from the direction of the school?” “Yes,” she says, pressing her hands together. “Perhaps you opened a window with your ritual. The Sisters should know. If the Hessian starts to kill again, they may be the only hope to put him back where he belongs.”

why is she so excited about a headless horseman killing people lmao

He’s sitting in my seat and staring right at me with those achingly familiar brown eyes of his, so dark they’re almost black. He’s older now, with a dark beard, and he’s so broad-shouldered and Herculean that he barely fits in the desk. But it’s him. It’s him. He came back to me. “Oh my God,” I say softly, my hand at my lips. Just then, I feel Crane come up behind me and hear his sharp inhale. “Abe?” Crane whispers, a gasp. I twist around to glance at Crane over my shoulder, his eyes focused on Brom too, a look of utter shock on his face. Abe? I think. Who is Abe? I look back to Brom, but he’s still looking at me directly at me. “What is he doing here?” Crane whispers, a tremor in his voice. And then I remember what Crane told me last night. And I realize that we’ve both been under the spell of Abraham Van Brunt.

they have the same ex that’s wild the scream I scrumpt

“You can call me Crane,” I tell him. “If it pleases you.” And if you want to please me, you can call me Daddy.

alright back in the home grandpa this was a lot

His words drive a stake of need through me. Not just the sexual need that’s throbbing throughout my entire body but a need to protect him. To save him. To fix him. This broken, haunted stranger in my bathtub.

ok get a therapist buddy

“Mother,” I begin, exchanging another glance with Brom. “I hardly think this is appropriate, given the circumstances. He just got back.” From where? “And we haven’t seen each other in four years. A lot can change.” “Nothing changes,” Leona says, her voice going low, her cold eyes bouncing between Brom and me. “Some things are meant to be. You were destined to be with each other from the day you were born.”

I feel like this entire book I’ve been thinking about “I don’t like this one bit”

Darkness. For a moment, I only see darkness. Hot. Putrid. Oozing. Black nothing. Black everything. There’s a flame in my heart, dark fire. It consumes all, eats everything, leaves nothing. Destroy her, the voice inside my head says, malevolence dripping with its every word. Fuck her. Capture her and fuck her. Defile her.

wow whatever ghost is in him is wild

Drill a hole in his eyes with your cock. Fuck his brains until they’re coming out his ears.

bruh 😭

“I don’t understand,” Sarah says to me with a sorry smile. “All she wanted was to be on campus. I’m sure she’ll come around. She has no choice.”

this is preposterous I don’t like it one bit Go to the governor, say your mom’s a witch and get the bitch BURNED AT THE STAKE

“I’ll make sure to ask her,” I say. Then against my better judgment, I say, “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to lose my temper.”

no don’t apologize your mom’s evil

Crane runs a hand through his messy black hair and starts pacing back and forth in the stall like a restless horse.

girl that’s exactly how I feel

“You yourself said he’s been different. Violent.” The muscle in his jaw tics. “Cruel.” “At times, but that doesn’t mean I think he’s possessed. I think he’s confused and angry and…” “It’s not a coincidence, Kat. Those two are linked.

maybe I have main character syndrome but if someone was missing for YEARS and when they came back, they had no memories and were all of a sudden violent and weird, and someone told me they were possessed, I’d believe them in a heartbeat. like girl you’re a witch this isn’t a leap

Outside the window, between me and the lake, is a woman dressed in white.

It’s la llorana 😭😭

My body doesn’t care for questions at the moment. I reach down into my trousers, making a fist over my length, hot and already twitching for release. With a groan that seems to fill the library, I lean back in my chair and bring my cock out. I know the tight, hot feel of Kat’s gorgeous pink cunt as I squeeze inside her. I know the velvety glove of Brom’s ass, plied with slick oil.

sir this is a place of learning !!!

Then I get an idea. Blood magic is one way to form a bond through individuals. The act of sex itself, the exchanging of bodily fluids, is another. What if we were to combine the two? What if we created a ritual where we would mix our blood and seed together, the three of us moving in unison, creating literal magic?

sure jan, seems like you just want to have a threesome but ok

grab my handkerchief and wipe away my mess from the books before flipping through the pages. Hopefully, the librarian won’t notice the stains.

he came on the books 😭