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“Childhood trauma.”
Street kids. A prostitute’s offspring who don’t even know their father because even their mother doesn’t.
“Don’t fall in love with her.” I laugh, tossing him the apple. “That will never happen.” He catches the fruit above his head. “Good, because it’ll never be reciprocated. T doesn’t know how to feel.”
My type is at least fifteen years older, experienced, and doesn’t smile the entire time like a gigolo on crack. In short, not you.
Truth is, I want to dip my fingers into the other Ronan, the one only I can see, the one who’s not running for a popularity vote.
“I did, and that’s how I managed to officially own him while all of you beg for scraps.”
She needs to realise there’s no way in fuck she’ll become my weakness like Aiden is parading his around in the form of Elsa. I don’t have weaknesses. I have people.
Fear of death is a foreign concept to me. Why would you be scared of something that will eventually happen? It’s coming anyway, so might as well make the trip towards it worthwhile.
I am the slave of what I have spoken, but the master of what I conceal.
What the hell is wrong with you, heart? Why are you coming back to life? And for who? A fucking gigolo? Couldn’t it be someone, I don’t know, more available?
he can barge through the whole goth and satanic exterior and see the real girl inside, and you don’t want that, so you picked up the defence and decided to protect your walls. But you know what? You can’t protect your walls and claim him at the same time. One of these days, you’ll have to choose.” She flips her hair. “But what do I know, right?”
I realise I am feeling after my vow not to ever feel again. And I realise I need to get rid of these feelings. Only one way to go about this.
He has that effect on me, Ronan, the type where I want to bare myself and just be out there with him.
I’m at the Meet Up and I kicked everyone out to smoke weed and think about you in peace. I miss you and I’m going to fuck you when I find you, my crazy belle. Oh, and my calls have started with the PI. I’m going to convince Ethan to file a missing person report. You’re going down. I fucking miss you, though.
Because the truth is, he’s not normal, and neither am I. And maybe, just maybe, that’s completely fine.
You know, I hate being alone. It’s when the demons come back and want to rage and burn the whole fucking place down.
:(
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
“And I want every last bit of your craziness.”
Maybe because now, something other than his physical beauty is visible to me. I can see his scars, not like the ones on my knees, but the scars hidden underneath that six-pack and that charming smile.
After all, the most painful scars are the invisible ones.
“I won’t take it easy on you, belle. I won’t speak love words in French in your ear or make love to you. I’m going to fuck you and hurt you and you’re going to love every second of it.”
“Mine. Only fucking mine,” he growls before he claims my lips in an animalistic kiss.
everyone wants to be as unaffected as she is, as confident as she is, but they never actually reach her level.
That’s what the great Ronan Astor is reduced to.
mon petit coeur adoré?”
Eduard seems to be holding something over Ronan’s head, and it has to do with Charlotte. He also mentioned something about Ronan’s origins. It has to do with Charlotte.
“I’m glad you’re here, my crazy but beautiful belle.”
There’ll be no marriage. That’s not the reason for this engagement.
“I’m only sure about one thing, and it’s you, Teal. I have no doubt you’ll get through this. Do you know why?” Something stings my eyes, and I refuse to believe it’s tears. “Why?” “Because you’re the strongest person I know.”
He’s the only one who’s visible in the crowd. Even if things between us started for the wrong reasons.
She’s bloody crazy, and her crazy is becoming my kink. I shouldn’t care about kink — or think about it — but Teal is turning everything against me. In a good way. In the best way imaginable.
All disasters start with a change. Like that night.
Mum was my princess.
“You just felt it, and now you’re running away from it.”
“Do you know why I take refuge in people?” he asks quietly. I shake my head. I don’t. “I’m not interested.” If I know his pain, it’ll gut me to the point of no return.
“Too bad, because you’re going to listen, Teal. You’re going to listen to the story of a boy who hates himself so much he needs other people in order to exist.”
The crack happened when I was eight. It was Halloween.
Hence bunny costume freak out
Uncle was feeling up my wiener.
“That’s why I’m always with people,” I say. “People allow me to think less about myself.
“Here’s the thing, belle.” My voice drops. “Since you came into my life, I don’t need people anymore. I just need you.”
“No, Ronan. It means I need to stay away from you so I don’t destroy us both.”
Aside from the tidbits I told Xan, you’re the first person I’ve told the entire story to. Now, I’m feeling rejected, and I’m tempted to find you and punish you.
“Dad…have you ever felt like you need to let someone go for their sake?”
I guess that’s what happens when you’re born the daughter of a whore.
“She was the whore who let those fuckers in while we were sleeping and—”
Maybe I can live without revenge.
This is my legacy. My goodbye.
All the overseas trips were to a private clinic where Mum had to stay with her regular doctor.
Over time, she got clients who weren’t interested in her cunt, but in seeing her children naked.
You’re the only one who gave another meaning to my life aside from revenge.
