Bound (Highgate Preparatory Academy, #2)

by Rosa Lee

“I will risk sand in Her Vagisty, Kai, if that’s what it takes to make you smile,”

Yep, one lick is all it took to make me come. That man can play me just as well as the instrument that I’m lying on, no doubt about that.

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.’”

I just referred to my vajayjay as a pot of motherfucking gold

“I don’t want your weapon of mass destruction waking me up, got it?” Ash deadpans, and we all burst into peals of laughter, tears streaming down my cheeks when Jax asks what the fuck he’s talking about.