Forged by Shadows (Shadowed Souls #1)

by Maddison Cole

And if you’re still here…enjoy, you dirty bitch.

frowns

Nixon rises from the seat he took beside me, holding out his hand. His peppered dark hair has been styled back from his handsome yet weary face, an impeccably crisp navy suit clinging to his frame that seems at odds with the stubble lining his jaw. Blue eyes settle on me, a look of adoration passing through his features. “You did good, sweetheart.” My

I know he's her adoptive daddy, just lost his wife, and is absolutely not a love interest but UHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGGGH HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL

“Thank you for showing me how to love,” I whisper. Nixon catches the tear that leaks from my eye with the back of his hand before it can land, pulling me into his side for a hug. His strong heartbeat and gentle scent of cigar allow me to briefly hide from the imposing stares and cameras.

Hear me out part 2

Jumping up, Meg locates a black baseball cap, turns it backwards and uses it to pin up her hair. Despite wearing a dress, she gives her best Wyatt impression, and I wish I could say it’s the first time I’ve seen it. “Yo, Aves. I’m just too manly to admit my feelings, but at least I’m hot,” she mutters huskily. There’s an excessive amount of jaw stroking and hip jerking. “You know I hate being around you but I’m such a douche, I can’t keep my eyes off you.” Grabbing a handful of her imaginary ballsack, Meg snarls her top lip and snakes her head from side to side. An uncanny resemblance, truly.

LMAOOO

I'm gayer than a leprechaun scissoring a unicorn upon that magical rainbow in the sky."

So real

“You weren’t there, Wyatt. You sent her tulips each mother’s day, but lilies were her favorite.

Why is everything I own phallic shaped?

Real

“It’s Friyay!”

UGH.IHGHGHFHJFFBFHFHFHBFGJBBHGJKGJTH I HATE THIS I HATE THIS FRIDAY SUCKS AND IT WILL NEVER BE SATURDAY

‘Happy Birthday, Angel. I’ll see you soon. Love, Nixon.’

Episode three of finding Nix hot

Garrett realizes just how much poker I’ve played with Nixon over the years,

Ep. 4 of loving Nix

I’m in this for a good time, not a long time.”

You deserve love, Axel, but I’m too broken to give it to you.

A trio of Mario characters flex on his bicep.

What

“I’m going to beat my dick into a gym-sock so I don’t explode all over you in your sleep tonight.”

Oh... That's not...

“Vampires, bikers or stalkers?” he finally says after an age. My eyes widen blankly. “Are we playing fuck, marry, kill while I’m in the bath?”

But they're all fucks??

I just witnessed you dying in my dream

“I knew you’d be perfect for him.” The whisper brushes my collarbone. My gut churns. As much as Axel is a gorgeously haunted man who I could see myself connecting with on a deep level, there’s something similar within Garrett. We stand in our embrace for a while. Long enough for the small voice in the back of my head to grow from an equally tentative whisper to a shout, overpowering all common sense. Maybe I want to be perfect for you, too.

I’ve grown morbidly fascinated by the way he swallows without chewing. It’s like watching a colorfully-tattooed pelican who’s never tasted carbs before.

In what universe is that attractive?

He picks up my purple highlighter and snaps it in half for dramatic effect.

BROOOO NOT THE OURPLE ONEEE

“What are you doing here?” “I want to talk.” “Then call your therapist.”

LMAOOO

“And the adventures this fugly lot take me on aren’t something I’d pass up for the world.” “Hey!” Garrett kicks Huxley beneath the table. At his side, Axel rests a soothing hand on Garrett’s thigh, but he still pouts. “I’m not fugly.” “You’re drop dead gorgeous,” Dax reassures him from across the walkway.

it’s not the climax I need, but the grapple on reality.

Blackwood,

Blackwood Institute by J. Rose mentioned!!!!!!

She smells devine,

Divine, not devine

Huxely.

It's spelt Huxley in every other mention.

“Is it true a group of masked men broke into your home to kidnap you?”

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I’m a good boy, continuing to kiss the wall as Avery pees and slams the test down on the counter. She leaves to change while I linger around on nervous feet. Three minutes is a long time when you’re counting down the seconds. “Did you do it right?” I ask impatiently, waiting for the result to appear. Avery groans, the distinct sound of her head slamming into something solid. “This is the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

What is thisss

“The letters from Mr. XO,” Axel taps his finger on the table in thought. “You’ve been receiving them since you were adopted, right? He knows your birthday, your likes and dislikes. It makes sense that he could have been writing to you from prison.”

Hi! As someone who knows a prisoner, I can confirm that the letters they send (at least in Australia) are read over by a third party, and henceforth this couldn't have happened!!

We’re thinking the exact same thing. I hate you so fucking much. When can we do this again?