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Forgiveness wasn’t a currency I’d ever spend. If you crossed me, I’d simply make you pay.
His touch burns but I’d turn to ash if it meant he didn’t leave.
War Malum, always there to take my hand. Even if it is to lead me to hell.
Halen isn’t hot. She’s fucking lethal. The kind of woman to pluck someone like Katsia out and feed them to stray dogs so that she can be owned by the wolf.
before I do something crazy, like… oh, I don’t
“Kill me? Cut my dick off? Give me your worst. It’s all foreplay to me, Halo.”
“I wouldn’t give you my worst, War. I’d make you watch while I gave it to someone else.”
My drink of choice was betrayal. And I stayed drunk on it for fourteen days…
“I’ll always fucking catch you, Halen.” I move away from her as we both stand. “That’s the fucking problem.”
Show me someone with scars. The kind that makes people quiver with fear, and I’ll show you my kind of beauty.
She fucked up when she let me taste her, because now I’m gonna ruin her. Slowly. Bit by bit until she doesn’t realize she has nothing left until she realizes she has nothing left.
With her cheeks licked pink, her kiss-stained lips, and her hair brushed by the carnal obsession of madness, she is exactly where she belongs. At my damn mercy.
I want her to come apart in front of me so I can put her back together inside of me. Swallow her whole so she can never fucking leave.
Hunters of the night, the Elite Kings Club was formed by the power of three who desired to live lawlessly outside the scope of mankind.”
What makes people like her and Bishop incalculable, is that it’s not their humanity that’s a guise, it’s the reason why they’re lethal. A monster is still a monster, no matter how sharp its teeth are.
The thrill of every game pumped through my veins like DNA. I’d tear out my own heart and use its strings as teeth floss before I’d ever let him defeat me. Checkmate.
Curved in a pillow of rage, War’s lips are the gates of hell, his tongue the Devil’s shrine.
Betrayal is a wound that most girls cannot forget, it cuts deeper than love itself. That’s why it lingers in our blood as a reminder to us that men like War exist, and why at the end of the day, they’ll only ever be some guy you thought you loved.
It’s the kind of love that survives shit. To love a beast, you must be a beast. Unless you’re Saint, then you better fuck like one.”
“Nothing will ever be enough for me, Halen.”
Drowning pain wasn’t enough. You had to burn it first, and the easiest way to turn anything to ash, was to love it.
