Skeleton King (The Dirty Heroes Collection #9)

by Charity B.

While I’ve always found living women attractive, they’re terrifying beings. They’ll cut you deeper than any blade ever could and laugh while you bleed.

I am Skeleton King. Gravedigger, taxidermist, and necrophiliac. The industry of decay is my kingdom, cemeteries my solace. I’m a nightmare merchant that thrives in the darkness. I belong in the cold, not with her light and warmth. Her beauty would only deteriorate in my presence.

That’s who we are as residents of Hallows Grove. Giving in to our deepest and darkest desires regardless of the effect on others.

When my mother died, I didn’t see her body as her anymore. The person she was had disappeared, her skin just a vessel that served as a mode of transportation for her essence while she was alive. Our essence is what makes us who we are, what matters most. I’ve never considered the fact that not everyone feels that way.

Looking at him now, I can’t believe I let him have so much control over me. I may be broken, but broken things can be fixed. What he is, though…he’s ruined. Ruined things can’t ever be repaired or made into what they once were, but they can be made into something else, something new. And that? That’s what I want for him.

Vince sits on the front porch when I get home. Home. The word was never more comforting than it is right now. When home was a place I was forced to be, it had a sense of suffocation, but living with John, it now represents freedom. Freedom to just be me.