More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
For all the girls who never feared Hell because they know the Devil is a woman and Hell hath no fucking fury.
If the murdered girl chose to haunt me, at least my demon would have some company.
‘That was a reward, Lilith. If I return and find that you have cut yourself, you’ll be punished instead.’
Lilith was the enemy. Since the day Yahweh informed me she would be my successor, I had hated her.
“What part of you’re mine did you not understand? Next time I tell you to do something, you will fucking listen to me, or I will bend you the fuck over my knee.”
“What part of you’re mine, do you not understand?” he whispered, his lips were so close they were nearly touching mine. “If I want to buckle your seatbelt, I fucking will. If I want to spoon-feed you all your fucking meals, I will. You belong to me. I own you.” He growled, and I shivered under the intensity of his words.
“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.” —TUCKER MAX
‘I decide when you’ve learned your lesson. I decide everything for you, Lilith. I will decide when you come. I decide who you touch, and I will decide when you die.’
‘That’s right. I own you, Lilith. You’re mine to torture and mine to pleasure. If you’re good, I’ll be good to you. And if you’re bad… ‘
“I’ve been stalking you your whole fucking life; what made you think tonight was going to be the night you got away?”
“You know who I am, Lilith, you’ve always known. I’m the fucking Reaper. Death. Satan. The Devil. I’m your personal fucking nightmare, and I will never let you go.”
