The Dread Descendant (The Dread Descendant, #1)

by Lauren Cate Leake

why she was in bed so early last night and how she was never any fun anymore.

Literally me

He pushed her harder each time they met. Each curse and hex was stronger, and each time she fell to the stone ground she pulled herself back up. Red welts covered her knees. She didn’t have the energy to heal them. Nor the bruises across her chest. Bruises she had a morbid fixation with in the bathroom mirror. Something about his marks on her spiked her adrenaline.

Mkayyyy🫣🤭

“Pride and Prejudice,”

What a coincidence… I’m listening to Pride and Prejudice ambience while reading this😆😊

“And you,” said Maeve, through her teeth, “do you feel my fears and confliction?” “Every day,” said Mal cooly. “They seep out of you, slither across the table, and pierce into my very blood.”

“It really is lovely,” she whispered. She froze, realizing her potential mistake. She looked up at Mal, whose eyes were already locked on hers. Maeve’s fingers lingered across Mal’s hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and his expression was softer than she could ever recall seeing him. He slowly turned his hand over, and Maeve instinctively ran her fingers across his smooth palm, trapped in his gaze.

Ehehehe

“And for the record, I am not ‘just a pureblood,’ Grisham. I’m a fucking Sacred Seventeen. And you’ll do well to remember it.”

Beautifully done, Little Viper.

Folded 🤭 I need this man

She ran her finger along her jawline, thinking about how his hands felt on her skin as she drifted off to sleep.

She is down bad🤭

“You’re the Dread Descendant.”

She wanted his all. His silent shadow and his passive protection. His unwavering and unnerving calm. There was no feeling but him. He was all consuming.

Mal was the Dread Descendant. He was her savior. But none of that remained in her mind. All she knew was his hands on her body. His lips on hers.

“I don’t want him to see the thoughts I have about his daughter.”

Screaming I love u mal😘🤭

“I’m pretty sure that was your Great-Grandmother’s crystal,” whispered Ambrose. “I’m pretty sure it’s not anything anymore, is it?” Teased Maeve.

“Do you know that entire evening I was consumed by the thought of you in that lavender dress?”

“Antony would be proud of you.”

🥺

Maeve was no mountain and had no idea what she would do, but none of it mattered. Mal was all she wanted, and she would sacrifice everything to stay by his side. Every ounce of her inheritance. Her last name. It was all on the cutting room floor now. All the fortunes of the world couldn’t buy her loyalty. No offer of power could buy her love. She wanted to be drenched in him. In his scent and his skin. Suffocated by his Magic. They pulled away from one another, Maeve’s breathing quick. Mal ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “They will not take you from me,” he assured her.

She waited for his look of disgust or his lip to curl upwards and his eyes to devour her. With her last ounce of courage, she finished her speech. “I worship you.”

“I do not control the actions of others. If you want a place at Larliesl’s table then take it. Demand it. But if you think you do not stand at my side, then you are not at all the clever witch I thought you were.”

“He would spiral, and hand over power to you in despair. So why not just kill me?” Kietel didn’t turn towards her and she didn’t look at him as she said, “Because you know that I don’t bleed crimson. My blood is fucking gold.”

“Kill them all,” said Mal. “She is leaving here with me.” Kietel looked at him now. “That doesn’t sound very Princely.” “Do you see me in a crown?” Asked Mal darkly.

“I swore to you that I would protect her,” said Mal. His eyes slid to her. “I will die before she does.”

Mal would die before she did. It was now written in Magic. Unbreakable Magic sealed in an unbreakable bond between them.

Is this foreshadowing because I’m gonna cry. It’s giving ACOTAR

“I don’t think I quite understood the meaning of your presence until I was forced to endure your absence.”

“I will end each and every one of them that tries to take what is mine.” “The Dread Lands?” She asked as his hand pulled out from between her stomach and her pants. A darkness formed on Mal’s face. “You.” His eyes bore into hers with a lethal rage so calm it should have been unsettling. “You are mine.”

But her eyes. Those sapphire blue eyes sparkled up at him despite all else. They would be the end of him. He had been captivated by them since the first time she glared at him. And then the first time she smiled at him. It had not been a smile of joy. She smiled at him like a cornered lion, ready to play. No one had ever looked at him that way. Like they were up for the challenge. But she was his challenge.

“You should fear her,” he said. “I don’t want stupid men in my court.”

Mal I can’t sit still when you’re talking🤣😍

Ambrose puffed on his cigar. “Do you know what delights me?” Mal raised his brows. “My daughter being protected.” Mal’s stomach turned.

But that didn’t change the simple fact that he wanted to crush Alphard’s skull with his bare hands at the thought of their engagement.

“But your daughter and I share a strange connection too,” said Mal in a low voice, staring across the hall. “I don’t always have to be in her head to know what is happening to her.”

“She will not marry Alphard Mavros.”

“Yes, Little Viper.”

He’s not talking to me and I’m blushing and getting butterflies 😂😭

Reeve eyed her humorously. “You honor me, little kitten.”

🤮🤮

“It’s an escort through the cliffside to show our guests the estate,” continued Clarissa. Maeve looked over at her mother and shrugged. “Xander couldn’t keep up.” Mal smirked, and Abraxas covered his mouth with his drink.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

“You are in no danger anymore. I came when you called.”

“I will gladly die a hundred deaths if it is he who breathes life back into me.”