Scandalous (Sinners of Saint, #3)

by L.J. Shen

I wanted to show her that the world was a beautiful, frightening place worth experiencing. That peasants could be crowned kings if they worked hard enough, and how her daddy was living proof of that.

Whatever we were, we were toxic. A lullaby on a thoroughly scratched record that keeps hiccupping again and again on the line that you hate.

The way we’d played with each other’s bodies like they weren’t connected to our souls.

At the end of the day, life was not a game of chess. Life was fucking Jenga.

Because sometimes, our favorite things are the ones that make us cry.”

“You’re mine, and you hate it. You’re mine, and I’m not a wave you can ride. I’m the fucking ocean. And every single day when you pull shit like stealing my iPad or my old phone or the fucking trash I keep in my glove compartment, you’re falling deeper. Tell me, Van Der Zee, do I make it hard for you to breathe?”

never underestimate a broken person. We’re unpredictable, because once you’re broken—what’s one more crack?”

I gravitated toward him like he was the sun. A beautiful pleasure conceived by nature that could very well kill you if you got too close. He looked at me like I was the moon. Pale and lonely and so far away.