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Unspeakable things.
yes, I would be scared too if I had witnessed vlad's house irl
sex. I like them slightly older. Not silver foxes, but mature enough not to have to rely on Mommy and Daddy for everything.
smart girl
“I’ll quit playing hard to get, when you quit pretending that mediocre bulge between your legs is anything special.”
CLEAR HIM!!!
“I forgot you only fuck old men with fat wallets.”
she'd be smart to
I pull my Glock from its holster at my hip and pop the mag for a quick check.
ahhh don't make me moan
I’ll entrance them into my bed, or something, and fuck all my bad luck into them.
I'd get bad luck if that's what it took
Black Wolf.”
the wolf hot her
he believes that to slaughter the animal would bring a bad omen, or something.
does he have something to do with the Mexicans?
These days, I try to document as many moments as I can, because I’ve come to learn that the mind is not a reliable enough storyteller of the past.
For as long as I can remember, the ocean has always been a fascination of mine.
me too bestie
Unrequited love tends to be a wound that festers into a raging sepsis, if not treated right away.
“Pretty good, now that I’ve gotten my dose of handsome for the day.”
me if I was old and saw this man
From what little I recall, some cult broke into the old Charpentier House, where the shrink lived, and supposedly brutalized him.
so their grandma was her sitter and she's gotta be gabrielle
It’ll never happen.
make me laugh
No, it’s the long, black, spiral curls cascading over where Dejarae, her family name, is tattooed on her shoulder that has the back of my neck prickling the way it does when I get a feeling about something.
OMG
Biting my bottom lip, I stare at the pack of Red Vines. Right there. In front of me. I mean, why would they set them there, where someone could easily take them?
My freaking kryptonite, standing before me like a bad joke.
After all, he was the one who warned me to stay away from the pricks with devilish good looks, and this one has them in spades. He’s testing my weaknesses.
So long, I’ve yearned to feel something. Anything. And suddenly, I feel everything.
If I happen to run into Mr. Bedroom Eyes with the tight ass again, I might accidentally do just that.
She was like a sister to me.
Whoever Carly James is, if that’s even her real name, she’s just found herself firmly in my sights.
and sometimes I think she might be rocking in these chairs, staring out over the peaceful bayou.
Entire families wiped out by the cartel in acts of revenge.
Always chasing, never grasping.
“Quit being a cheap bastard and give her two hundred for it.” That voice. That deep, articulate voice, with only a hint of southern drawl and just enough Valir accent to be annoyingly sexy, sends a shiver down my spine.
aw moan
“Put it on my tab. Bergeron. Whatever you need.”
I'd actually die
he seemed to take an interest in the occult. The man would come in here a few times a week, asking for references on Voodoo, Palo Mayombe, Santeria.”
Rumor has it, there’s a secret chamber in that house.”
“Two of the most heinous crimes this island has ever seen. Both took place in that house.”
Staring at the smiling face of the little boy and his mother as the pills kick in, I fall into a peaceful calm.
wait could it be Thierry?
“Das how we Valir folks call a pretty lady.” He stretches out a thick palm toward me. “Name’s Luc. Luc Bergeron.”
LUUUUC
“Got a number I can call sometime?”
don't hit on her!!!!
“Je veux te baiser.”
very straightforward love it
I recall the last few months with him. How the warmth faded from his eyes. The laughter died.
The house on the other side of the walls.
That he was trying to keep me safe. My safe haven.
“He was the drunk who murdered Brie’s mother.”
“My mother … she was murdered.”
as if he and the darkness are longtime friends.
She has no idea I just bullshitted one of the most dangerous men in all of Louisiana for her.
There’s a level of possession in his voice that tickles my stomach, and I hate that I kind of like it.
Just like those on the robed man I saw back at Julio’s. The one who seemed to terrify Castellano.
“If you ever lay a hand on one of my dancers again, I’ll break every finger to the knuckle.”
he wraps his palm around my jaw and pulls me to his lips.
“You frustrate the absolute fuck out of me,”
Because as bad as it may have been, no one, aside from my mother, has ever gone out of their way to cook for me, either.
His arms envelope me, pulling me against him, and the weight across my chest is comforting. Settling.
“It so happens, I watched someone I cared about very much spiral into an unreachable state because of them.”
Oohhhh
Painfully human.
