Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

To those who’ve had to claw their way out of the dark and still choose to be a light in this world⁠— I’m proud of you.

“A heart and a key would set me free,” it said. “But you should hope we do not meet again, angel.”

lowkey ate

“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”

I remember every contestant I’ve worked with, and every city we’ve traveled to, but nothing outside of Phantasma’s competitions. A shame, too. I feel robbed of my first time laying eyes on you.”

“I care. We have a bargain. I’m supposed to protect you from harm while you’re here,” he told her, his tone a little too casual. “So again. Who did that to you?”

OOP AAA

“What are you reading?” Luci shrugged and stood. “Some romance about Angels and Demons. It was the first one I picked.”

GIRL I SEE WHAT YOJ DID THERE WAIT OH SHIT IS BLACKWELL A DEMON?!?!?!!!

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

this trope tho

“Besides, if all of my inner demons were destroyed, there wouldn’t be much left of me.”

There is nothing I have seen yet that has made me look away. No atrocity you could commit to make me not want you like this. No matter how forbidden.”

“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”

then you found me. Because it seems that’s what we do. We find each other.”

“In a different life, in a fair one, I would’ve kept you until my eternal soul withered away to dust,” he vowed to her.

She had been so alone for so long.

Ive been alone for so long i didnt even know that i was lonely

“My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

“Blackwell?” she whispered. “Firstly, let me reintroduce myself.” He dipped his head in a formal bow. “My name is Salemaestrus Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils. But you, angel, may call me Salem.”

IIIIIII FUCKIIINNNGGGGG KNEEEEWW ITTTTT I FUCKING KNEWW ITTT BLACKWELL YOU CANT FOOL ME DUDEEEE

The Devil had a wicked mouth and a voice as smooth as bourbon.

AAAAAHHH SHITT NOT THE PROLOGUE