Voracious (The Edge of Darkness, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.

And then one word comes out, the same one my insane stepbrother says to me whenever I leave the house. “Behave.”

I wish he was still alive so we could get his pov of this whole situation but rn I kinda hate him

She was Stacey’s best friend, and when she was diagnosed with cancer, Stacey witnessed her mother slowly dying, her father pulling away from the family and having an affair with Nora.

I hate these bitches even more now

Is there an emotion that’s stronger than love? If not, I’m creating one. It’s like a mixture of love and not being able to breathe unless she’s around – thoughts that run wild wondering what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s thinking of me. It’s the butterflies that flutter like maniacs when I know I’m going to see her soon. The Stacey Rhodes Effect.

“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”

Maybe if I die, I’ll reincarnate into a dog. Stacey likes dogs. She’ll cuddle me. I like her cuddles.

Oh make it stop

“You cheated on me a month after we lost our daughter. Not with just anyone either. You screwed Jason. My big brother. No matter how many times we fuck, I will never ever fucking forgive you.”

“I am not fucking calling my daughter Vixen. And Georgina? Really? She’s not ninety.”

I don’t hold her when they offer, and Barry understands. Lisa probably doesn’t, but I’m sure her husband will explain later.

Ohhhhh :(

We’ll get through this. We’ll survive this grief. We’ll make our angel proud of us.

i think itd actually ruin me to experience this first hand

I’ll crawl the entire fucking way to Stacey if I need to.

Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.

So, yeah, Kade first. Then, if they have time, they can get this deranged dickhead out of my life.

If they have time… poor girl there’s not a doubt in either of their minds to save you

“Stay away from me, you monster.” “Ask me how many times I’ve fucked you.” My silence fills the air, but my heart rate is accelerating. “Nine times,” he says, and my face drops. “You were so easy to drug. You always had a bottle of water next to your bed.”

He’s so truly vile

“You won’t be able to kill him,” I say, tutting. “You only hit women.”

A baddie w the sass to pair w it