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They all bore me. All I get is: what are you wearing and wanna come over, winky face at one o’clock in the morning.
I don’t know if God really exists. I don’t know if mankind has ever walked on the moon. Nor do I know if parallel universes exist. But what I do know is that I just found the meaning of life sitting behind a table with an awkward smile on her face.
I’m scared, but I’m also stupid.
Long as you know
“I don’t feel okay leaving you here. If you die, the rest of my life will be ruined.
I roll my eyes. “Daya, it's hard to find a man these days that can even fuck right. You think I'm going to find a man that will kill in my honor, too? That's cute.”
Men have a unique way of killing my mood every time I come within ten feet of them.
She’s the first of her kind to exist, and there will never be another like her.
That’s a man 💙
“You’re also a great liar.
Hhhmm. Unreliable narrator?
Two of my employees installed security systems throughout her house, unknowingly to keep their boss out. I basically invented these systems, so I’m more than capable of disarming them with a click of my phone.
The only predator I’ll allow in her house is myself.
This is wrong. So wrong. I shouldn’t be attracted to a stalker.
“Such a gentleman, letting me look at the stars as you murder me,” I mouth off, forcing the words through my tightened throat.
My bladder is threatening to explode, and the knowledge that I might die in a puddle of pee brings tears to my eyes.
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.
I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.
I scoff, turning my head away from him. Only to hide the blush that I feel creeping up my cheeks and the sharp thrill chasing the nerves down my spine.
I loathe to admit it, but I’m safer attached to Zade.
The girl gets off on fear. The moment I realized she was turned on by the terror I instill in her—there was no chance of me ever letting her go. She was fucking made for me.
He tastes delicious, and I want him out of my mouth.
That’s the plot of this book in a nutshell. Lmao
Love is an enigma, and it's redefined every time someone says it.”
For the first time, this moment with Zade feels consensual. And I’m not sure if I want that. But what fucking sense does that make? To not want it to be consensual.
The second lesson is don’t trust the Devil and his influence. But what they forgot to mention is not to piss him off once you’ve been influenced.
“Because society told you it was? Because humans fabricated morals so they can control and manipulate people into law and order? Do you think other mammals follow the same morals and rules? We’re all fucking animals, baby. The only difference is I don’t suppress mine.”
Whether I like it or not... Zade isn't going anywhere. And it's far more exhausting holding onto morals that do nothing but fight against the one thing keeping me safe.
“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I’m not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.”
And that softens my heart into a pile of mush. Because somehow a man that wouldn't care if I ate his food fell in love with me. That's so fucking cute.
