Red Rabbit: You Shatter So Beautifully (Red Rabbit Series Book 1)

by Devyn Rivers

For the bad girl who wants to be called “good girl” There are no heroes here— And the villains take what they want.

It has a happy ending—the characters just have to go through hell to get there.

Not that I cared about the strip club, hell, if he would have asked I would have gone with him but he expected me to be the wife who wore cardigans and stayed at home in my diamonds baking bread and popping out little mini Tylers.

“Maybe I like controlling assholes.” “No, you like authority and dominance. And you can be controlling without being an asshole.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I said as I turned my back to her. “When I touch you, it’ll only be after you beg me to.”

You’re used to getting your way but you like to think it’s not all because of your good looks.”

She was a wildfire someone tried to contain in a fireplace—it just didn’t work.

It is in the breaking, we become whole again. It is through darkness, we find the stars. Somewhere between the soul and the self, we find what we’re made of.

“We only break once,” he said firmly. His hands running up my arms. “So we can put ourselves back together stronger than before.”

“You deserve to feel whole,” he said against my neck. “You are gorgeous when you come. But that is your gift to give me. Not mine to take.” He kissed me again.

But he knew what I needed now. He knew I needed to make this something special again. Something I gave to someone of my choosing. He wanted to emphasize it. To showcase what it meant to gain my power back.

His strong, unwavering gaze held mine, telling me you’re safe to fall and so I fell. And instead of shattering, The cracks in my soul grew smaller and the shadows didn’t seem quite so dark.

When a star falls to earth we make a wish Their undoing is our redemption What then does it mean when a soul shatters? If we are stardust and moon rise, fragments of the universe, surely we come undone only to be made whole again. An unraveling— of the broken and the beautiful. Just as we wish upon a starfall, Maybe our pieces that shatter, Our soulfall—are the wishes the stars make on us.

“The mind tries to protect the body but everyone has a breaking point, even if that breaking point is death. It is one of the biggest flaws in the human construct

I would let him break me because he always put me back together so perfectly afterwards.

“You’re a wildfire, darlin’,” he breathed with a sigh. I smiled and leaned my head into his. “A goddamn wildfire,” he repeated quietly.

I looked up at him and let him do what he wanted because there was nothing like seeing the power I had to make him come undone.

All my love (because I don’t think what I feel for you can be anything less),

Why do we compare the heart to love? It’s violent if you think about it A bloody piece of me, I give to you Or you rip it from me Then it bleeds, it breaks, it skips a beat I hold the pieces in my hands and watch the road to redemption run red.

“Bear Popsicle”

Maybe we need to break in order to expand and maybe we need to shatter across the universe in order to find the pieces of others who fit in those spaces left behind.