Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic.

You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”

“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”

“Come on, little ghost. Let’s go stuff that pretty little mouth.” Said mouth drops, and he grabs my hand, pulling me after him as he laughs. What a dick. He’s lucky it’s a really fucking nice one.

“I want to be the only man on this entire fucking planet that knows what you feel like. And if I’m sharing this knowledge with a single soul still walking this earth, then I will be removing them from it.”

“Thank you for calling the Milton Hotels. How may I help you?” a woman greets, her voice high-pitched. “I'd like to book every available room for the night.” There's a pause. “I-I'm sorry, you said all available rooms?” “Yes, please. Every single room. Until you're fully booked and don't have a single fucking one to spare.” “Uhm, okay. Sure.” Once that's done, I proceed to call every hotel within a thirty-mile radius and book them out, too.

“I will chase away all your nightmares until they grow wary of returning. They will fear me, my little ghost. But you never will.”

“If you're asking Him to save you, then I will nail Him onto that fucking cross again. You will be my ruin, but only I will be your savior.”