Bane (Sinners of Saint, #4)

by L.J. Shen

It is said that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake is beautiful and hypnotizing in its own unique silhouette. They symbolize purity. But every snowflake that’s lucky enough to settle on the ground is destined to be blemished by dirt. Snowflakes teach us the lesson that if you live long enough, you will eventually get soiled. But even your stains won’t tarnish your beauty.

Because I found you in the dirt that’s called life, and you stood out. Like an opportunity I cannot miss.

Always part ways with people you love like you’ll never see them again.

“You can’t be afraid of love, my dear. It’s like being afraid of death. It is inevitable.”

Life is about meeting your eyes in the mirror without flinching.”

I liked to think of my memories as a graveyard for my thoughts. Moments that were already dead, so I didn’t have to worry about them happening again.

Falling in love is when you lose yourself slowly, piece by piece.

Infatuation is when you lose yourself all at once.

“You don’t need a prince, princess. You need a sword.”

“You can be my sword,”

the king was the most important piece in the game, he was also the weakest. The queen was the most powerful, and you best not forget that if you wanted to get ahead in life.

“I want your ass. Happy? Want it with the scars. With the fucked-up, tragic story. With every fiber of my body. I want to fuck you, and own you, and bruise you, and save you. But I can’t do any of those things. Why? Because you’d hate me afterwards, and that’s a fact, not a speculation. Mark my words. For reasons I can’t tell you right now, fucking you will break you and ruin me. And I may be a bastard, but I’m not the fucking villain.”

My father had once said that affection shouldn’t be asked for. It is not a reward, but a necessity.