Some Kind of Monster (Friends with the Monsters, #2)

by Albany Walker

you have the sensitivity of an avocado.”

Every time I’m just starting to think I like her, she somehow shoves the stick higher up her ass, and it’s blatantly obvious no one did any prep work, otherwise she might have found that she likes it.

The sun will be up soon, strange how sometimes we feel like our world is ending, yet every morning the sun is there to remind you that the world just keeps spinning with or without us.

I’m so easy—just a hint of violence on my behalf and I swoon.

Pregnancy has not turned me into a Suzy Homemaker. This shit is hard, and anyone who says it’s not strange having a little alien creature inside you kicking and rearranging your organs is a lunatic.

My black heart sings with the carnage being left in their wake. The destruction they can create could end worlds, and all because I asked it of them. A sick smile forms on my lips. Woe to the witch who thought to take what is mine.

“This motherfucker just flipped my bitch switch.