Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

They hate when you disagree with them, especially when you’re right.

most of all, they hate when you’re different than the picture of you they created in their mind.

“Why be one thing when you can be everything?” When you can manipulate reality, life is a game.

“You won’t like everything about me,” she warns.

“Yes, I will. I want all of you Sabrina—every single fucking thing.”

“The sun sets on one life and rises on another.”

I didn’t expect anything—it’s my job to spoil Sabrina, not the other way around.

I wish I could wipe my memory.

Sometimes I feel like there are two people inside of me: one who’s relatively reasonable and one who’s completely insane. When the madness passes, all I can do is look around at the wreckage and wonder who that other Sabrina was. Where does she come from and where does she go? And which one of us is the real Sabrina?

That’s what makes it so painful when he goes against what I want. It’s intentional. Adrik doesn’t do anything by accident.

We’re a combination of elements that hasn’t been tested before. Will we create something revolutionary together? Or will it all blow up in our faces?

This is why I’ve never fallen in love before—it opens the door to all kinds of madness.

I’m a fucking babysitter and therapist and boss all rolled into one.

Lol its me as a teacher

Chaos creates opportunity, but also risk.

“You always guessed right before. When you care about something, you get it right.”

“Friends bring something to the table. Come to me with an offer instead of a threat and perhaps I’ll consider it.”

Ope period

“I was a lone wolf once, too. You feel strong when you think you don’t need anybody, but the truth is you just don’t have anybody.”

She amplifies every emotion—when we’re good, I’m on top of the world, happier than I’ve ever been. But when she turns that aggression on me, she unleashes the animal and I become this fucking monster, completely out of control.

as per usual he did whatever the fuck he wanted with no consideration for what I think.

I’m miserable, sick to my stomach, my hands shaking with anxiety. I feel like a rag doll, beat up and coming apart at the seams.

I hate that he created this attachment between us. He sewed us together down every limb, and now that I’m trying to pull away from it, it’s ripping me apart. It feels like I won’t survive it.

When I’m high I like to spend a solid hour washing, moisturizing, and massaging my face. Telling myself I’m still beautiful, no matter how ugly I feel.

“Baby…you are really starting to piss me off.”

LMFAOOOOO

“When things look grim … be the grim reaper.”

When I wake in the hospital, there’s a man sitting next to my bed. I startle so badly that I almost tear out my IV line, before realizing it’s my father.

:')

I was his baby girl once. I sat on his lap and smooshed his cheeks with my hands and made him laugh. It was so easy to make him happy then. So easy to be what he wanted me to be. Now all I do is cause him pain.

I’m stubborn and reckless, just like my dad. Born of his blood, for better and for worse.

“There is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you.”

It doesn’t matter how fucked up her face is—nothing in this world can take away her beauty. It shines out from within, a fire that can’t be extinguished. Not even now.

“I’ll always forgive you, baby girl. Just don’t leave me again.”

“You’re one of us,” he says. “But you’re still you. You don’t have to give up your identity—just be with me.”

“There is no right and wrong. There’s being on one side together or being separated.

I want to be married to you because that’s what fits how I feel about you. Calling you my girlfriend is fucking ludicrous. You’re the other half of me. I couldn’t leave you any more than I could cut myself in two.”

“You think I want some traditional wife? When have you ever been conventional? I want you exactly the way you are, and however you’ll be in the future. I don’t have expectations for you—it’s the surprises I love. You always surpass what I could imagine.”

“Tell me you love me,” he says. “I love you so much it hurts.” “Tell me you’ll always love me.” “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.” “I’ll make you happy,” he says. “You don’t have to be afraid.” “I’m never afraid when I’m with you.”

“Ya tebya lyublyu, Adrichek…” I whisper. I love you, Adrik…

I don’t deserve to be loved like this. But I am. I’m truly, truly loved.

“I’ll always protect you,” I promise, “I’ll always trust you. I’ll always support you. I’ll believe in you, and anything you want, I’ll make it happen. You have my heart forever. You have all of me, all that I am.”