Inevitable

by Kristen Granata

“Why do you even bother asking?” I fold my arms over my chest. “Do you get off on it, pretending like I have a choice?”

so edgy

I shudder at how psychotic he sounds. I suppose years of obsessing over something will do that to a man.

ick

“He thinks he can track my every move. He thinks he can tell me where to go, how to dress, what to do. I just want to be a normal girl, Dee. I want freedom. This is just one more thing he’s trying to take from me.”

just like every other rich fl in a romance novel

“By the way, Linkin Park? Good choice, though you were a little pitchy there at the end.”

its always freaking linkin park

“You gonna follow me into the bathroom, Big Guy?” “That depends.” He swivels me until my back is against the wall, glowering at me through his stupid sunglasses. “On what?” “If you’re going to tell me what’s wrong.”

they just met btw

“Eva.” His voice is low, and surprisingly gentle. “What’s wrong?”

“She wasn’t in love with him or anything. Eva never lets anyone get too close for that, but still.”

another author that relies on spoon-feeding information to you, as if her edgy cringe behavior wasnt obvious enough

“I guess your Richie Rich pencil dick just doesn’t do it for her like I can.”

ICK

I have a feeling there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye.

Graham Carter. That’s yummy.

tru

Something fucked up in him reflects the something that’s fucked up in me. He actually gets it. He gets me.

what a surprise

green orbs

ICK!!!!!!!!!!!!

“That’s fair. And also kind of sad. There has to be something you love. Someone.”

my bet is that he gets a tattoo of smth related to her

She’s in a short and flowy black dress with tiny red roses all over it. Much more innocent and subdued than her usual attire, but her combat boots and leather jacket add that edge she goes for.

just like wattpad

Something that tells me she’s taken care of in this big, expensive tower, but nobody truly takes care of her. She blows it off, saying she can take care of herself, and she can. I have no doubt. But she deserves more.

“Spare me the psychiatry, Freud.

u can always tell when someone has never studied psychology passed the most basic aspect when they method freud is smth my prof said to me once that I never forgot

“Wanting you.” Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. “Why shouldn’t you want me?” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Because I can’t give you what you deserve.” “What if I said that whatever you have to offer would be enough?” She bites her bottom lip, regret churning in her eyes as soon as the honest words leave her mouth. My brave girl.

book just started btw

gaze down at her gorgeous face, taking in the cream-colored sweater dress that’s hugging her curves, along with the black choker and combat boots to spice it up like she always does.

Seen this fit somewhere….

She cranes her neck as she lifts onto her toes and plants a kiss on my cheek.

While the rest of the house is painted in varying shades of whites, creams, and grays, decorated by a boring-ass interior decorator, my room is the complete opposite. The walls are painted a deep crimson, and my furniture is made from dark, rustic wood. The comforter on my queen-sized bed is black with a big, furry leopard blanket thrown on top of it. The walk-in closet is half-empty, much to Deanna’s dismay. No expensive decorations adorning the walls, no fancy chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Just some pictures of Eric and my friends, along with a few rock band posters I never got around to taking down.

edGy eMO

Love. The word alone raises goosebumps along my skin. Is that what this is?

No one’s ever given me a reason to believe that it exists. “What?” Graham tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s going on inside that beautiful head?” I think I’m falling in love with you. Do I tell him? What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he does? “Graham,

Then she stretches up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck. “I heard what you said last night, but I hope I’m still allowed to kiss you every now and then.”

Mrs. Benson, the fairest rich bitch in all the land,

She leans closer to me. “How naked were you exactly? Like bra-and-thong naked, or a fish could’ve swum up your vagina naked?”

Dee was kinda funny

“Then I suggest you stop chit-chatting about whatever insignificant thing it is you’re talking about. This event is happening in a week, and we don’t have time to waste.” I hate this woman. She’s on a power trip when everyone here knows this is my event.

“I don’t want to draw.”

Me everyday

“And don’t come near me with a pickle if you want to live to see another day.” My head pops out from behind the refrigerator door. “You have some strong feelings against pickles.” He wrinkles his nose like a four-year old. “They’re a disgusting disgrace to the cucumber family.”

This made me hate the man more than his shitty dialogue

I come in an instant, shooting my release into the towel. We’re both panting, skin flushed, as we come down from the high.

Two pump chump

If it were up to me, I’d wear jeans and my boots.

She’s not like other girls yalllll

I’m looking for something for the event that’s more me and not so prissy.

hates other women’s fashion style to build up her own ick

“Thank you for sharing this with me.” “Thank you for making me want to.”

I have Eva and her love, and that’s all I’ll ever need.

You need to be neutered

Jen’s eyes fill with tears. “Things must be serious if you’re talking about meeting the family.” I nod again and set my fork down on the table. “We’re in love.”

Tears fight to the surface. “Thank you for that.” “If you want, I can have all of Eric’s things taken out of storage.” I nod, swiping a tear from my cheek. “I’d like that.”

“It still bothers me that he didn’t leave a note. Not even for me. I know he was depressed, but still, his death just seemed so ... out of the blue.”

Wonder how significant to the plot this will be

“You taste so good,” he says. “So fucking sweet.”

Romance mls say smth other than sweet challenge

“Hurry, Graham,” she murmurs. “I need to feel you inside me.” With a growl, I pull her down with me onto the mattress.

We both cry out, releasing the last of our pent-up frustration.

“I love you, Eva,” I say against her lips. “So much,” she whimpers. “Forever.”

I belong to her, and she belongs to me. It’s only her—it could only ever be her. We’re written in the stars. And I’m going to love Eva, take care of her, protect her, until I take my last breath.

wonder how this will be significant to the plot, oh wait this author is just so heavy handed with the Romeo and Juliet references I already know !

several nearby Starbucks patrons.

Why is this woman obsessed with sbux

The turmoil emanating from his expressive green eyes gives him away.

“I need to tell you something. It’s important, and it can’t wait another second. I’ve waited too long already.” My gut twists. “Where are we going?”

“The men ... the men that abducted me that night ...” I stammer, struggling to get my thoughts out in a coherent manner. “That was you? You threw me in that van and tied me up?” My fingertips touch my cheek. “You hit me?”

My stomach lurches and I feel like I’m going to be sick. “Oh, my God.” I inch away from Graham until my back hits the door. “Oh, my God.”

A sob escapes me and I cover my face with my hands. “No! This is too much.” Graham cups my shoulders, rubbing my arms with his gentle touch. How can being in the hands of a monster feel so safe?

Eric’s letter

I obliterate my father’s office. I destroy everything in it so it’s broken, like me. Like my heart.

Emo ass take some zoloft

his eyes jumping from broken thing to broken thing, not yet realizing that his daughter is the most broken thing of all.