Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

DEDICATION For everyone who hates the word cock— I have devastating news.

“You will always be someone else’s villain, whether you deserve the title or not. Your duty is to ensure their hate is unjustified.”

It was her own fault she had no friends. Instead of joining her classmates outside during breaks, she chose to read at her desk, preferring fictional worlds to the real one.

P.S. I felt you laughing yesterday. I wish I could have heard you too.

“They swallow their food whole, and when someone threatens what is theirs, they attack without question.” His father smirked. “Seems perfect to me.”

P.S. I think about you a lot. I wonder what you look like or sound like or if you snore. And I wonder if you think about me too.

Inside the bag is a mold of my hand, so when you feel like holding someone’s hand, you can hold mine and not the lanky blond boy’s who walked you home.

The garish brown fabric mocked Amelia as she stared at the mirror. It had a hideous floral pattern with mixtures of red, pink, purple, and yellow. If she ever met Ora, she would choke her with it.

Happy Birthday, Love, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any prettier than you already are, but every time I see you, you prove me wrong. I’ve left you ribbons that I picked out myself. I think they would look nice against your blonde hair, especially when the sunlight hits it. Viciously Yours, Nick P.S. I love that you still wear your necklace. I imagine you keeping it on at night when you torture me. I’ll make sure you keep it on when I torture you.

She smoothed her hair, giving him a smile that men went to war for. A smile Rennick would do far worse for.

Please take the money and buy whatever you wish. You could wear a horse’s saddle, and I’d still dream of having you in every way possible.

It was glaringly obvious how few people she had in her life when only one of the three most important was a person she could see and touch—the others being a fox and an invisible man.

The way her eyes lit up put the moon to shame,

“We will move back. I will follow you anywhere, little mate, even to hell if that’s where you wish to go.”

There was nothing more attractive than a scary man cutting up meat for a pocket-sized animal.

It might be he who chased her today, imploring her to leave with him, but Amelia knew, deep down, she would follow him to the ends of Eden, whether he wanted her to or not.

He would make himself fit on a pea if it meant being next to her.

He was a man who would slaughter the masses for her without question.

“I don’t need a line to know what’s considered good or bad, but if I did, there isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for you.” He lowered himself and brushed his lips against hers. “I will write your name on my chest with the blood of any man who tries to covet what is meant to be ours. Innocent or not.”

“Stop threatening to kill people,” she whisper-yelled, calming slightly at his touch. “You can’t murder someone for not liking me. You would likely have no kingdom left.” He straightened and shrugged. “It would be easier to manage.”

he would become the star of their nightmares.

Fire couldn’t make her skin hotter than he did.

fear makes people dangerous.”

“You’re thinking too hard about what you should feel instead of what you do feel.”

Over the years, Finn and Ora called it infatuation that later turned to obsession, and they were right, but there was love, too.

She could have showed him a dog tail growing out of her neck and it would have surprised him less than her declaration.

I wanted to tell you in a grand way,” that I hadn’t thought of yet, “but my mouth decided it couldn’t wait.”

Loneliness was a cold feeling, like being buried alive in the snow, crushed and paralyzed, but love was a raging inferno, incinerating its victims from the inside out. They’d answer for their sins at Death’s gate, and should he look upon them and damn them to hell, they would burn together as they always had.

If she couldn’t hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, she would’ve thought him a corpse with how stiff he went.

“I’m a good king, but I am not my father. I am not good. My soul is not beautiful or bright or even a shade of grey. It is an unforgiving inferno,

she’d do it if for no other reason than to make him happy, even if she’d rather eat glass.

I’d do anything for you.” She glanced at the broken arrow between them in the snow. “I’d try to, at least.”

“I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”

“I’m always thinking one step ahead, like a carpenter that makes stairs.” -Andy Bernard