Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

Because if she’s calling Havoc, then it means she has nothing to lose. It means the butterfly I tried to set free no longer has wings. I can keep her, but she’ll never fly again. Instead, if she wants to rule in this world, she’s going to have to do it crawling on her belly like a snake.

Does she know I used to press my palms against the outside of that door, put my ear to the wood and close my eyes, just to hear the sound of her? When she cried, I broke. When she screamed, I shattered.

There are two sides to every story, but usually, only one of them is true.

He eats away the numb and leaves me bleeding.

I’d kill the world to save you, Bernadette.”

His darkness is beautiful to me, like a night sky bereft of stars. The sun is just too bright, and it burns. I belong here, in eternal midnight.

If he dies, something inside of me will die with him, and there isn't that much left of me to give.

the numbness inside of me feels like it's been shattered, like I'm being cut apart with every thought, every feeling. I'm bleeding profusely, and I don't know how to stop it.

I've always hated being pretty.

I lost my mind in a pretty black wedding gown, tattooed hands, and sultry smiles.

Whatever dark god created him, they should be proud.

And a lie you tell yourself can be just as damaging as one you tell to somebody else.

Love knows no boundaries.

If I still had a heart to break, the sight would shatter it.

But people who kill other people are murderers, right? Villains. Only a villain can truly stop another villain. There is no room in this world for heroes; they only get in the way.

“If you want justice, you have to seek vengeance.”

The old Bernadette, the one who believed in daisies and dreams, she was shattered to pieces by the hammer of reality.

there's no use going back to yesterday; I was a different person then.

in. I act so badass on the outside, but buried deep down, there's a broken little girl crying her shattered heart out.

Love isn’t about sweeping grand gestures, it’s about doing little things each day to keep each other happy, little personal sacrifices instead of showy acts.

We were always star-crossed lovers, too sweet to find a happily-ever-after, destined for some bittersweet ending that stings the tongue.

Sometimes, when you meet someone, you just know they’re going to change your fate. For better or worse.

Anyone that tells you that women are irrational freaks on their period is probably a misogynistic douche, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy having blood all over me and cramps that hurt like a punch to the gut.

She’s one of those black-and-white, good-versus-evil hero types. And those types … they are dangerous as fuck. Their morality is the most important thing to them.

Pain changes a person though, doesn’t it?

I cannot, for the life of me, understand how Batman sleeps at night. He holds the power to kill the bad guys, but yet … he lets them go. Every. Fucking. Time.

“Marriage is a dark and desperate sort of union,”

“It’s one person begetting the soul, the love, and the sins of the other. It’s about forging a bond in legality that tries its very best to adhere to the age-old adage: blood in, blood out.”