Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

Sometimes, it feels like you’re on an entirely different planet, ostracized from civilization. The whole area has a menacing, sorrowful aura. And I fucking love it.

I know what the fuck I want, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about it.

They may have made that rose powerless by clipping its thorns, but I will gladly show them a rose is still fucking deadly when it’s shoved down their throat.

I really need to stop drinking and work out more.

The soft breeze coerces my body forward, as if urging me to jump. To take the leap and plunge to my death. You won’t regret it.

The only silver lining is that I would never be so stupid to fall in love with him.

I think you just might be

I'm living in a Victorian gothic dreamhouse.

Men have a unique way of killing my mood every time I come within ten feet of them.

But after a few moments, he develops a vagina and charges out the door and down the porch steps.

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“I haven’t sent a nude since I was twenty. I take nudes because I like my body and want to stare at it all day.”

It seems every day, my appreciation for Daya grows. She gave me a sense of safety that I didn’t realize I was missing. I’m going to have to propose to her soon or something.

God? Me again. We really need to talk about your life decisions when you made me.

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I think my asshole of a vagina might’ve even been jealous of the cigarette.

When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.

Humans don’t need to decorate themselves in gory make-up and fake blood to be scary. It’s the insides of us—the darkness that lurks beneath the surface—that’s what’s truly fucking terrifying.

She wants something concrete to believe in because her morals and fundamental beliefs are being challenged.

But what do I know? I’ve always wondered if the people who have the money to feed the entire world population are allowed to. All governments are corrupted. Maybe if you try to save the world and actively steal money from the rich’s pockets, you’ll wake up dead one day.

But I told him what I believe to be true. Sometimes people just aren’t meant to live through that trauma. A shell of who they could’ve been. Broken and fighting every day not to die.

Love is an enigma, and it's redefined every time someone says it.”

It shouldn’t be possible for the body to concurrently feel hate and desire, but I suppose we would all be lifeless without the complexities of human emotion.

I’m a fucking fiend for her now.

“Why?” he volleys back. “Because society told you it was? Because humans fabricated morals so they can control and manipulate people into law and order?

“For centuries. Both of us wearing different faces, inhabiting different bodies. But the same souls, colliding over and over, until this planet decides to crumble and our souls have nowhere else to go.”

No, baby. It’s you and me forever.

The devil and I are already well-acquainted.

His motive—unrequited love.

“Sometimes the happiest people are the saddest,”