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Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
What I have learned though is the world is not black and white despite the ignorant, naïve fuckers who live by that philosophy. No, it's many shades of fucked up – and I've been in the grey for a long time.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
People have a fucked up way of looking at prospective. I guess we're all a bit fucked up though.
"You want to stab me." "What?" I hiss quietly, taken aback. "I'm not going to stab you." Grey leans back into his chair, relaxing. "But you thought about it. I like that."
You can dress up a trash can in a ballgown, but at the end of the day, it's still a fucking trash can.
Don't fuck up. Don't fuck anyone up. Just sort your shit out and move along."
Grey's hand flings to his chest, grasping the place where his heart should be. "I'm hurt again. You need to stop doing that — I might get attached."
When we say jump, you say…" "Off a bridge?" I murmur, sarcastically. I expect some snide remark, but Damon just laughs. "Exactly.
I don't think people realize just how strong your bond is with your favorite, chosen person. And to lose them, it's something you never recover from.
It's unexpected but frankly, I think I might be fucking in love with her.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Are you for real psychotic?" I bark at him, taking a step back. Grey raises an eyebrow, blinking. "Psychotic, yes. As to what's wrong with me? You'll need a lengthy session with Dr. Smith for that information. We don't have enough time to cover it today."
It's me. I'm the problem.
I don't think she realizes her power and her aura. She seems to think she's some broken little soul, but she's much more than that.
"Are you insane?" Theo looks at me, all seriousness on his face. "Yes."
'Meet me after dark. I'll collect you. Bring an open mind, little killer.'
"Now remember what I said. Keep an open mind. Just do what we say and everything is good. But you're safe."
For the first time in my life, I've felt seen and respected. Being here, with him, has made me feel more alive than I ever felt on the outside.
"You taste sweet like trouble and danger."
Where there's a will, there's a way.
"She could be a living nightmare." I snort. "I hope so. The possibilities are endless."
she's pulling me in so quickly. But I want to fall, I want to drown in everything about her. I don't care if it kills me. It would be the ending of all endings — a fitting demise for somebody like me. I'd happily go, accepting my fate, if it meant just hearing her say my name one final time.
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
And it's at this moment, I realize I'm never letting her go.
she's mine.
"You are enough, Avery. You're more than enough."
"Oh, I'm full of trouble, little killer. The best kind."
"People don't seem to like me very much." "So fucking what?" Theo mutters, piercing his skin with the needle and ink. "Just ignore them."
"Pain is beauty,"
You'll be seeing Heaven, but not like that."
"You're going to be the death of me, Avery," he mutters, leaning down to kiss me. "And I can't fucking wait."
"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."
"Are you afraid of the dead, Avery?"
you put us side by side, she's a fallen angel and I'm the monster lurking in the shadows.
Maybe she's not a fallen angel after all, because she's tempting me like a snake with an apple.
I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
"I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."
"They don't get your pain. Don't you dare let them.
"I love seeing you all fired up. You've changed recently. It's like you're finally coming into your true self after being in the shadows." "You might have a little something to do with that," I whisper, my heart racing at our close proximity. "Oh, really?" he asks, smirking. "Do I make you feel things, baby girl?" I nod once, cheeks flushed. "Maybe just a little."
"People aren't what they seem. I think you know that. Sometimes people just have unique ways of showing they care.
