Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

Grimm

absolutely love the name! 😍

Ophelia flipped through her recollection for confirmation that she had knocked on her headboard enough times and tapped her knuckles in the correct pattern on her wall before she went to sleep. But she knew she had. Her compulsions were routine at this point. This was not her fault. It couldn’t be. She’d done everything perfectly.

Oof OCD showing up at the beginning. Same...but damn

irrevocably.

I ❤ this word.

Grimm Blue.

I feel like this will be an important color.

Incidentally, she also wished they were anywhere besides her front porch.

Relatable.😂😂😂

And when… other things… began to perk up from the unnerving warmth as well, she blushed furiously and rushed to wrap her arms over her chest.

ahem...gets turned on by being scared...could prove to be a problem later on lmao.

“Too bad,” they said. “You’re really missing out on my extraordinarily handsome face.”

😅😘

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

Oh he's gonna be a problem too.

Never feel bad for bleeding, Ophelia. Her mother’s voice came back to her now. Bleeding means you’re alive.

❤

“State your full name,”

it's a trap!!! lol

“I’ve never seen anyone with such a number of possible fears. It’s a wonder you’re able to sleep, with such darkness crawling in the shadows of your mind.”

We don't sleep, we wade through the terror every night and then live out the terror during the day. Sleep isn't restful when you have mental health issues...I'm sure her magic doesn't help.

“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.”

Uh oh

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “I cannot believe I’m stuck here dealing with a sarcastic Ghost while my sister might be getting maimed.”

😂😂😂

A shame, too. I feel robbed of my first time laying eyes on you.”

Aww

“Did you know that every time you lie, your left eye twitches a little?”

😜

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

That's not Blackwell, Blackwell calls her Angel.

Bash her face in, break her nose. She didn’t help you, she was a coward, the Shadow Voice hissed in her mind at the sight of the girl. It would be so easy to make her hurt, make her bleed⁠—

God, You're a dick.😑

Did her sister not trust her enough to tell her about those sorts of things?

Obviously not, there's a lot She didn't tell you 😕

He took a step toward her, lifting her chin with his finger so he could look her square in the eyes. “You got yourself through that. I’m proud of you.”

awe

Fall in love within Phantasma at your own risk.

He's got you now😍

“Your father was a Specter,”

Oh shit!

Genevieve hated the dark and macabre.

Hated? Or was she obsessed, and didn't want anyone to know, so she hid it?

Which only deepened Ophelia’s suspicion that the other girl was not all she seemed on the surface.

I don't think ANYONE In this competition Is what they seem on the surface!!!

“I say this sincerely,” Ophelia spoke, curling a lip in disgust at Cade. “You need an exorcism.”

😂😂😂 as a Necromancer she'd probably know!

She hardened her heart to what she was about to do. “Kiss me. Touch me.”

aaah NOOO!!! 😫

“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.

😭💔💔💔

interlicking

Woops.

“He will always come to me,” she whispered. “We find each other every time. And you cannot stand that, because it means I’m no longer alone with you.”

"I Will always find You" OUAT

“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

💝 So Sweet!

And then there was a knock on the door. “Ophelia?” someone called. Someone familiar. Genevieve Grimm.

Awkward...

“And I don’t hate the paranormal, Ophie. What I hated was having it forced into every aspect of our lives growing up.”

Oh I know this feeling.

“You really don’t catch on quickly,” he agreed. “Don’t worry, though, I have a feeling you’ll see her again very soon.”

Uh oh

“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.”

HOLY SHIT