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As a wise man once told me, “Fuck me sideways, backwards, and everywhere in between.”
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“I think you broke my nose,” Jack declares, voice muffled. One glance confirms that, yes, there is an ungodly amount of blood dripping down his face.
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“I was merely asking the lady if she would like a new ass. I have a two-for-one special on those without the crack in it.”
😂 frankie is so funny
Oh shit, she’s talking to me. Say something normal, Violet. For the love of Dracula, say something fucking normal. “I gave your brother an orgasm,” I blurt. There you have it, folks. The reason why I have no friends.
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I focus on Violet who is currently sitting on Vin and...tickling him? Yup. My little monster is using the borrowed arm to tickle Vin’s side, and Vin—the epitome of cool and collected usually—is laughing hysterically, attempting to bat her away.
“They’re everywhere. Just look them in the eye, and tell them to calm the fuck down.” “Your hormones,” Mason confirms slowly. I nod. “You make my hormones your bitch.”
That’s rich coming from the girl who dated the wind. He probably just blows in her vagina to get all that dust out.
“My dad said I was dropped on my head as a child,” I reply very seriously.
i can’t with her😂
“Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie,” I sing beneath my breath, and Vin flashes me a disgruntled look. “You’re such a child,” he hisses. “Takes one to know one,” I retort—probably proving that I am, in fact, a child.
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“Next time I’m woken up by a hot assassin in the middle of the fucking night,” Cynthia begins, her voice coming from the opposite corner of her body. “You need to be a good friend and help me find my fucking tits.”
Mason is staring at me intently, and I continue to flutter my lashes. Bow down to the sex goddess. And then… “You have food on your face,” Mason says at last, reverting his attention back to his plate. “Such a fucking slob,” adds Vin good-naturedly. “Are you okay? You’re not having a seizure, are you?” Jack asks worriedly. I fucking hate all of them.
“Frankie,” Violet whispers. “It’s twitching.” Her eyes aren’t on me, but on the forked cock that is, in fact, twitching like a snake tongue. “Stop looking at it,” I hiss, possessiveness and jealousy rearing their ugly heads.
yeah violet stop looking at the snake dick
I’d made the mistake of saying “shit” before I turned her off. I’ll have nightmares for years.
“Shoving a sex doll clone of me into my wardrobe,” I blurt out. Smooth, Violet. Real smooth. Frankie facepalms himself.
I attempt to laugh as well before realizing I sound like a dying hyena and toning it down a notch. “Yup. Because I was totally joking,” I say. “I’m just a regular, old jokester. Just call me the queen of jokes. Queen Joker. Joker Queen. Joker—” “Too much,” Frankie mutters under his breath to me.
“The lust you’re feeling now is not real,” he admits on a breath. “It’s part of my allure as an incubi.” His unreadable eyes flash to mine. “I have a darkness in me. A darkness you’ve probably seen before. I’m not good. I’ll never be the good guy, the hero. But you have my vow, Violet, that I’ll protect you with all the darkness within me.”
dimitri 😍😍😍
He may not be the murderer, but he’s a monster. “Dimitri,” I begin in exasperation. “You don’t just read a girl’s diary, even if you do think she’s a psycho murderer. A girl’s diary is...well, it’s sacred.”
You see, my girl wanted something ironic. And what is more ironic than monster hunters? When she suggested we dress up as the Scooby Doo Gang, I’d agreed, completely forgetting that there were only two males. One dog. And two females.
you’re resident monster hunter isn’t even Scooby himself. Instead, my whipped ass finds itself in a pleated red skirt, an orange sweater pulled tight over my chest, and a pair of thick glasses sliding down my nose. To add insult to injury, the crazy girl put a wig in the box for me to wear. A fucking bowlcut, dark brown wig. Velma. Fucking Velma.
“Thank you for being my friend.”
“Cheese Curd?” I parrot, but fuck, how can I resist that smile? Don’t give in, Violet. Don’t give in. “It’s perfect,” I finish, flashing him a smile of my own.
I’m actually kind of pissed that Dimitri has no faith in Frankie. Then again, I immediately thought he betrayed me, so I suppose I can’t judge.
