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Not me reading this and thinking it was like horse races
Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.
I’d learned at too early an age that the sound of a girl’s scream drew nothing more than apathy.
How tragic that a woman’s worth equated to the depth of a man’s pockets.
“Go, my Darling, unto that place Where magic still exists Beyond the confines of this cruel world As you will not be missed Instead, I’ll find you in a dream Or a wistful plea on stars Hours of suffering no more redeemed For eternity is ours.”
“By chance, did you happen to see a … exceptionally large bird that … exploded into smaller birds?” “No. Did you see a large bird that exploded into smaller birds?”
Touché
“And, Maevyth, he may want to examine you. A fair request given what he’s paid.” “What do you mean, examine?” “No need for undergarments, my dear.”
Ewww NASTY
The Golvyn door. He knocked three times, as was expected, and the door was swung open by a pocket-sized being–half man/half rodent, with a long snout and beady squinty eyes. Though hairless, his ears, half the size of his face, and two long incisors gave him the rat features. He’d lived inside the walls of the castle since before Zevander had been born, through channels burrowed in the concrete that led to every room. Most castles included a Golvyn, though they were rarely welcome and often subjected to extermination spells. “You called, My Lord,” he said in a nasally tone, gnashing his
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My brain immediately gave the Govlyn’s voice the same one from Tiktok’s voice filter called Trickster lmaaaao
he exhaled and reached through the water, but at the nauseating twist of his stomach, he hesitated to stroke his hand down over the ten rods that pierced the underside of his cock, each one holding its own sordid memory.
ummm yooo what the fuck?
This girl is the anathema, a witch, and deserves banishment to The Eating Woods!”
TITLE DROP
Mingled with a strong floral scent was something that hit the back of his throat, stiffening his jaw. Like sweet oranges. A dizzying weakness swept over him, and he stumbled back a step, his senses overwhelmed. Fucking hells …. What in the gods was wrong with him?
Fated mate thing?
“Yes. I suppose, to some, I am a monster. Let your sister be a lesson. Wild and unruly women have no place in this world. You’re meant to be tamed, or put down, if necessary.”
FUCK. HIM. UP.
“W-w-what if … s-s-s-something bad is on the … other s-s-s-side?” she asked. “What if freedom lies on the other side, Aleysia? I’ll go first. You follow, okay?” She gave a tearful nod. “Okay.”
I’d seen those unusual eyes before, in what had seemed like a dream. The burnt orange and bright gold that surrounded his pupil, like an explosion of light, nearly glowing from the depths of his hood.
She chuckled, her flirtatious eyes doing nothing for him. “I find that hard to believe. A man as fierce looking as you must draw quite a bit of attention.”
Ianthe 2.0
“Why would you go through the trouble of training your prisoner?” “Because you’re weak–” “And repulsive, yes, we’ve established this,” I snipped back, impatiently. “I believe you likened me to a rat.” “Rodent.” “Semantics.”
I love this back and forh haha
“I’d sooner toss you to the fyredrakes!” “Then, do it!” Wriggling to free myself, I jerked my knee and struck him hard in the groin. Perhaps too hard.
Omg she kicked him in the gnads
“I find it interesting that any time a girl is unusual, or dare I say, unique, she’s deemed evil, or cursed.”
Yep. Or weird.
He turned as if to leave, but paused and kicked his head to the side, revealing a profile as handsome as I’d have imagined. Angular and chiseled jawline, with a day’s worth of stubble, the intense slope of his brows, and an elegantly shaped nose, all of which, gave him a commanding appearance. The lethal features of a man who could have any woman he wanted.
Yeeeah buddy
“You have a nice back.” The words tumbled haphazardly from my lips, and I slapped my hand to my mouth far too late to contain them. I turned away, covering my eyes and the humiliating blush that crawled over my face. “Bath. I meant you have a nice bath.”
GIRL LMAO
His gaze trailed over me, and whatever thoughts passed through his mind had his hands balled into tight fists again. Anger? Disgust? I couldn’t tell with that damned mask covering half his face.
He is having the absolute worst time of his life resisting her haha
His midnight-toned hair stood tousled about his face in lazy wisps that refused to flatten. I’d never stood before a man so virile, so wildly masculine, in my life.
Can confirm, the man is hot
“It means you’re persistently frustrating and you ask too many questions.” “All that in a single word?” “We like brevity. And silence.” “Are you speaking for all of your personalities?”
So good haha
I’d never paid much attention to a man’s haunches before, but for reasons that frustrated me, I couldn’t stop myself. It seemed every inch of him had been carved by God–even his damned ass.
The ass is a nice ass, confirmed
“Your heart must be the smallest organ you possess.”
I love this diss
She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
Man is besotted
“Only if you intend to spend eternity in the Shadow Realm,” Zevander said over his shoulder,
It's time to D-D-D-D-DUEL!
Much as I fought to deny it, the man captivated me. That spellbinding, defiant nature of his roused a dark and lecherous craving that refused to be smothered.
He’s a bad man, I told myself, because I needed something to pull me from the lustful thoughts he’d stirred.
We call those baddies
He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.
“You have mates?” I finally fell into the rhythm of the dance, moving fluidly with her. “Yes. It is a very strong bond.” “How do you know who your mate is?” “You don’t until you kiss them. Or so I’ve been told.” She bowed and stepped into the first count again.
I knew it. They are mates.
Zevander frowned back at him. “You so much as breathe across her neck, and I will take pleasure in skewering your skull before I set it aflame.”
“What if he sees me there? He won’t be happy.” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “In that dress? I think he’ll be quite happy to see you, no matter what he tells himself.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying, I think my brother is smitten with you.”
Zevander’s gaze fell on me, and he flicked his fingers, calling me toward him. “Do you know how the scorpion chooses his mate?” Rykaia whispered in my ear. “Promenade à deux. By asking her to dance.”
Oooooh.
“I am angry at you.” The deep timber of his voice rumbled in my ear, and he spun me around, keeping in time with the other couples. “For wearing this dress. For looking so painfully exquisite, you’ve managed to draw everyone’s attention. Including mine.” Still clutching one hand at my waist, we held the other above our heads, staring at each other as we turned.
“What makes you so certain your brother thinks of me that way?” “I’ve known him my whole life, and while plenty of women have taken to him, I’ve never seen him behave the way he does around you. Zevander is known for being abrasive and cold and positively heartless. Yet, since you’ve arrived, I’ve seen a side to him that I didn’t know existed.” “I believe that’s aversion. Disgust. Loathing.” She sighed and hooked her arm into mine. “I believe it’s called lust and a severely besetting attraction, but what do I know? I’m just his annoying little sister who’s lived with him for nearly two
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Declining would’ve looked suspicious, and watching Maevyth dance with another would’ve had him gnawing off his own fist to keep from burying it in someone’s face.
“You fucking look at her, and I’ll carve your eyes from their sockets then cram them down your gullet.”
“The mortal is your problem. Not mine.” Damn the sharp stab in his chest as his cold words betrayed his heart. The urge to rip out his own tongue had his hands curled into tight fists at his side. “Oh, she is very much your problem.”
“Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!” Dolion’s words brought him to a grinding halt, and eyes narrowed, Zevander turned to face him. “What did you just say?” “I said she is your mate. I saw it in a vision. She wore your sigil, the mark of your scorpion. As did your son.”
YOOOO
“Some women are fire in your veins and hell between your teeth, Brother. Accept that Maevyth will never be safe. And no one will be safe from you because of it. Now, go find her, or by gods, I will make every day of your life a tribulation.”
“Have you lain with a man before?” The question sent a hot flush to my cheeks, stirring an irritation. “If you must know, no. I have not.” “Good.” Frowning, I turned my head. “Good?” “Yes,” he said, casually, and as he shifted on the bed, his massive leg brushed mine. I turned back over, puzzling his words for far longer than I should have. Nearly two minutes must’ve passed before curiosity drove me mad enough to ask, “Why is that good?” He groaned. “Must you always prod for an explanation?” “Yes. I like to have clarity of thought. Why are you so hesitant to say?” “I’m not hesitant.” “Well,
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“Do you find it difficult, lying beside a woman this way?” “As a general rule? No. But when that woman is you? Yes.”
I will not die in this wretched world.
