Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #5)

by C.M. Stunich

Please no. Please, please, please. Dark god or goddess or benevolent universal energy, please don’t take my first and only love from me. Please. We’ll all break. Havoc will cease to exist. It’ll be the end of everything good and true in our lives.

Born of vengeance and hardened by hate Every act of revenge a cry for love Desperate to keep believing Kisses that scorch my skin and leave forever marks A desperate sort of havoc, a broken chaos, a mayhem that crawls beneath your skin and makes you bleed Anarchy that ensues inside a twisted heart Only true victory comes with acceptance and mournful goodbyes Only true victory comes with love

“We are not always given the things we want. Oftentimes we are not even given the things we need. Your mother was given everything she ever wanted, needed, craved, desired, coveted, or lusted after. “I don’t know if that’s why she turned into a person I no longer recognized, one that seemed to forget how to feel or care or cherish. But that’s why I’m doing this, why I’m leaving everything to you. “But only on these conditions. “I want you to learn to persevere. I want you to learn—period. I want you to stay true. I want you to be honest. Mostly, I want you to learn to love. Because love is the most powerful force in the known universe. It defies logic, and it makes fools out of us all, but it also gives us a reason to keep going, even when everything is dark and the world feels like it’s caving in. “I love you, Victor, and this is why I’m leaving you the world.”

“I can see it now: me in an apron, naked. My beautiful blond husband, Callum, standing by to massage my feet after I’ve cooked a hot meal.”

“I’ll eat the hot meal, and I’m cool with you cooking naked in an apron, but a foot massage? I don’t know about that. You’d have to really earn it.”

if you aren’t brave enough to risk mistakes, then you aren’t deserving of quiet triumphs.”

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed in prose and pretty phrases. She quickly learned that life is at its best unfair and at its worst perversely cruel. Her dreams became nightmares, nightmares made of monsters new and old. And so she summoned them, her five dark horsemen, to wreak havoc and sow chaos, to twist mayhem and denote anarchy, to declare victory over every wicked, ugly thing she’d ever seen. They came to her, those horsemen, and in return for their vile vengeance, they took her heart and held it in their inked hands. They claimed her flesh with carnal delight, but it was her soul that they craved most of all. And to them, she gave it freely and without restraint.