Gothikana

by RuNyx

“Can I get a hug?” the voice from behind her made her turn to see Jade standing there. They were almost the same height. “My foster family always told me to ask for hugs when I got sad.”

Hate that

And the entire time, the silver-eyed devil nodded at them while keeping his eyes on hers, as though he could flay her open and delve into the deepest recesses of her mind. He wanted her name. He wanted to hear her voice. She knew it in her bones. And

Yessss

“Are you scared?” Mr. Deverell asked, not moving from his spot at all.

AAAHHHH

“How am I looking at you?” she tilted her head curiously. His eyes seared her. “Like you’re inviting me to play.”

REEEEEEEEOW

“You need to be less obvious when you drift off. We all do it but I can’t let that slide without a reprimand in my class. And I don’t want to bring attention to you.” Corvina bit the inside of her cheek. “Why?” “Because you’re bewitching,” he murmured, his eyes roving over her entire face. “And I don’t want others fantasizing about you during my class.”

Holy shit

Corvina blew out a breath, holding her notebook against her chest for life. “Holy shit.”

Girl I literally just said that too

“Witch,” he muttered, there, right there, so close she could almost feel his lips. “Devil,” she murmured back, seeing his eyes flare with molten fire, feeling the heavy bulge of him pressed against her stomach, right where heat coiled deep.

Omfg

“Who would you consider conventionally handsome?” His words came to her. She hadn’t expected him to ask her that. Corvina mulled on that for a minute, wondering if she should even say anything. Probably not. “You think Jax is handsome?” he asked softly, too softly.

He jealous

“This is lust,” she whispered, trying to validate it, excuse it. “No, Corvina,” the side of his lips twitched. “I’ve known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.” Madness.

MADNESS

“You have some nerve,” she spat out in a low voice, the rage in her body making her shake. “You tell me not to expect anything, that you don’t get attached. You fuck me and ignore me for weeks, and then you corner me and demand to know if I’ve been with anyone else, like you have some kind of right?” she hissed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Clock him

He leaned forward, the danger rippling off his body crashing into hers, making her push back into the shelf. “He wants you.” Corvina stayed silent, shooting daggers at him with her eyes, her heart crashing in her chest. He came closer, planting a soft kiss on her nose piercing. “He can’t have you.”

i lovehim

“Ajax Hunter,” the man introduced himself in a gruff voice. “I’m here for my brother, Troy Hunter.”

Isn't Ajax a household cleaning product

My little witch, I went to Tenebrae on the weekend for a legal meeting and found this. The color reminded me of your eyes right after you come. It was a dress made for you to wear and for me to take off.

AAAAAAH

“They just identified the body we found in the shack,” Ajax told her, his eyes somber. “Five foot three female, died two years ago from blunt force trauma to the head, burned postmortem sometime in the last two months to make her harder to identify.” “Okay,” Corvina drawled, not understanding where this was going. “The dead woman is Jade Prescott.”

WHat