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October 23 - October 23, 2023
Aine and Luna had glowing blue eyes, marking them alpha wolves, alerting us to their heritage. Sabine and Callista were nymphs or sirens, but it was hard to tell since there wasn’t much difference between the two species. We’d resorted to calling them hookers because it made them laugh when we did. Kinvara and Valeria were succubi, the result of our mother getting busy with a horde of incubus demons on one of her trips into the Nine Realms.
“I wouldn’t suck your dick if it contained the last air molecule in the entire universe, puppy. You’re not man enough to handle me, anyway. You’re probably like every other male on this planet who thinks bitches should bow down and worship that tiny little thing between your legs. I don’t fucking bow to anyone. I sure as fuck don’t bow to “some self-conceited, self-absorbed, self-appointed king” to a town that should be burned to ashes and destroyed, asshole,”
“You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.”
I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.
“A woman like you, she needs someone who isn’t afraid to push her fucking buttons. One who can handle that mouth of yours and give it back to you. You need someone who isn’t afraid to hurt you, because, Aria, you fucking enjoy being manhandled, and it gets you fucking wet when I do it.”
I wanted to set the little bitch on fire and watch as she burned; to see what the fuck stepped out of the ashes when she rose still covered in the dust. I wanted to set her world on fire and fuck her in the ashes of it, watching as she realized just how ruined she was when I was finished with her.
These assholes had murdered my child, cursing him to die one thousand times at his tender age of seven. I’d held him through them all, weeping as I begged the witches to spare his life, but they had refused.
Life is a bitch, and you can let it destroy you, or you can face it head-on and show that it doesn’t define who you choose to become in life.”
“Yeah, but then she just zoomed on up the stairs and was like, ‘I need that dick, Knox,’ and you were like, ‘slide on down it, Aria.’ Meanwhile, we were all like, ‘who made the popcorn, because they’re about to fuck right here,’ but then you got all defensive and shit, and hid that honey pot as you plowed it.”
“I’m a woman, Knox. We only need a few minutes to rain hell down upon men.
