Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“So many locks and keys, but I'm still waiting to be freed. Unfortunately I think the only person that can help me is me. Can't seem to find myself.” “How can I start searching the deepest, darkest parts of me?”

“I've locked my own soul inside. I'd let myself out if only I didn't have to hide. How can I tame the beast that bleeds me dry at night?”

“I'm trapped in my own realized prison, so many locks and keys. But I'm still waiting to surpass this need. Unfortunately I think the only person that can help me is me. Can't seem to understand myself.”

“I want to tame the beast that writhes inside. Do I unlock the doors before or after he dies? I need to tame the beast that hides inside. Is that a bit of light I see behind those eyes? I will conquer and flay the hide of the beast that's me inside.” “THIS NIGHTMARE! THIS NIGHTMARE! THIS NIGHTMARE IS ME!”

Cope's a nice guy, but he's so … tight, like, he doesn't want to talk about anything real. He's not like me though; he feels everything that goes through him, all of it amplified by his gentle spirit, magnified a hundred times. And he sucks dick at hiding it. But he doesn't repress it like I do. He just refuses to really discuss anything important.

I need to see a psychologist or something. Only, I've fucking tried that and it never goes anywhere. I wonder if it's because I say the words but run from the emotions? Is that it? Do I have to break down this dam and let it all free? What happens if I do and I drown? What then? What happens to the man I've tried so hard to turn myself into?

Derek's hands start to shake, but he blinks past the tumultuous sky in his eyes. When that kind of awful dread sweeps over Ransom, he lets himself wallow in it, tilts his head back and lets the raindrops fill his mouth until he drowns. Muse … he just puts up an umbrella and ignores the storm.

The character in my book might've signed literally signed his soul away to a demon, but I can't judge him for it. If Lilith were one, and she'd offered me a contract, I probably would've scrawled Copeland Carter Park in blood before I could stop myself.