Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

You can thank covid-19 and our corrupt government for the foreclosed homes that sit nearby.

As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

Some things break when you put too much pressure on them, but those shards they break into can be twice as deadly.

“Don’t forget: I’m the son of a serial killer. Might be best not to piss me off.”

All five Havoc Boys are standing at the end of the bed, shirtless and wearing skeleton masks.

She said that some balls are made of glass and some of plastic; you have to decide which ones to drop and when.

If you agree to hate yourself because the world tells you to do so, then it’s already won. Don’t let them do that to you, make you despise yourself even as they lust and drool after everything it is that you already have.

“Avec toi j'ai l'impression d'être une personne et pas juste un bon coup.”

ne me chauffe pas comme ça,” he purrs, reaching up to run dirty fingers through his hair.

When you accept a person for who they are, you don’t choose bits and pieces. You accept every part of them, right down to the rotten bits. Because everybody wants somebody to love their rottenness.

Victor steps up behind me and places the crown on my bloody head, dropping it into place and then taking his rightful place by my side. He lifts his arms in the air, palms out, and then lowers himself to his knees.