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For those who crave a violent love story.
The light has gone. And vengeance is born into my heart.
There’s something in the way he stares at me, like a starved man who’s contemplating a heinous act. You don’t have to tell me there isn’t one good thought in his head.
Red flags are flying all around this guy. But I can’t look away. He captivates me, scares me even and I can kill a man in five seconds flat.
My mom always said I was into bad guys. I doubt she knew I’d grow up to be into ones who clearly had psychological problems. The ones you don’t tell God about when you pray at church to forgive your sins—the ones with dark backstories and baggage.
“What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.”
“Why are you still here?” I ask, not sounding as cruel as I was going for.
The corner of his lip kicks up and he sets a hand on the wall behind me. “No one’s kicked me out before and I didn’t like it.”
“Maybe that’s why I don’t mind you.”
That’s how I know Bradshaw, deep down, is a kind person too.
“I’m a devil.”
“I’m a reaper,” I say thoughtlessly.
“You’re the fucking bunny being assigned to our squad.”
Hades: The hounds they send to wreak havoc.
Riøt: The executors of traitors.
Malum: The E...
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the confirmation of the worst-case
Please, God, tell me I didn’t fuck the Bones, the dark ops guy who is rumored to be a death god.
Even Riøt called me Gallows.
“Great. Our psychopath meets his match and now our lives are in their twisted hands.”
“I’m going to help you bloom into the monster you truly are.”
Unless you’re into mask shit,”
I’ll paint the sky red for Malum, even if I fucking hate them. As long as I get to stay on the squad.
“No. I just have a feeling it will be my last. We all eventually expire, don’t we?”
He loved Abrahm as much as I did Jenkins. The pain reflected in his eyes is a mirror of my own
Of course she liked that. Fuck. She’s messing with my head.
I could never love a Riøt.
His cloth mask is the only barrier between our lips as he whispers, “Nell.” My name sounds more like a plea than a threat.
There’s a war waging in his mind right now.
But then he gets upset after I’m hurt… My teeth set and I try not to think about it anymore.
“You fucking masochist. I knew you liked when I carved you up.
Wondering why the more I show her who I am, the more she seems to be drawn to me. And more disturbingly, the more I’m starved for her.
Slowly, my arms wrap around his chest and I hold him as possessively as he does me.
For some fucked up reason it feels like ecstasy. I’d do anything for this forever.
Stop fucking pushing me or I won’t be so nice.”
Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on.
“I want you to submit to me, my little Riøt snake.”
I just stare back at him, trying to figure out how I can hate him but feel such immense emotion for him at the same time.
That I’m not wearing it because I want to feel like a person when I’m with her?
Irrationally, I feel jealous that she still loves a dead man. I don’t want her to feel that way for anyone… Though, I guess it’d be okay if she felt that way about me.
can’t deny that I care about her and that thought scares the shit out of me.
She might think I broke her tonight, but it’s she who has broken me.
He’s always calmer when you’re around,”
“Easy killer, it’s just your favorite fuck boy.”
“I don’t hate you.”
I want to keep you as far away from my squad as possible before I ruin what’s left of you.
Instead we’re two wounded creatures, circling one another in our cage, curious about what will happen if we give in and collide.
I feel distinct fear enter my soul. I cannot let her die like he did. I will not survive it.
I’ll protect you, Bunny. I promise.”
A black bullet killed Abrahm. I killed Abrahm.