Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

Pressing my palm to her back, I inhale the scent of her hair. Softly, I answer, “I’d fucking kill them.” She nuzzles her cheek into my shoulder. “Okay.” Okay.

Touch her and die is such a strong trope

I belong to Story Austin. And I’m pretty sure I always have.

Hell would be an upgrade from this. Hell only has one devil.

This describes the three so well

I allow myself to feel a moment of guilt for old Ms. Crane, thinking of her on her hands and knees in here, mopping up my blood. I hope she can forgive me for causing one last mess.

Im not crying u are

I’m always on a knife’s edge with this girl. I either want to fuck her or kill her. Kiss her or kick her. Caress her cheek or yank her hair. It’s never made any sense to me, but it’s never had to.

Maybe it’ll be a Lord. Maybe it’ll be Ted. And if all else fails, maybe it’ll even be me.

“If you’re about to tell us you had something to do with this, you’d better walk out that fucking door and run for your goddamn life.”

He couldn’t save me, but he rescued me when no one else could.

“Did you shoot your dad?” he asks, voice full of baffled excitement. I spare him a glance over my shoulder. “Yeah.” He nods, eyes fixed to the blood running down my dad’s arm. “Nice.”

I love the messed up brotherhood