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A grand chandelier is hanging over my head, golden steel warped in an intricate design with crystals dangling from the tips. It’s always been Nana’s most prized possession.
This is NOOIIIICCCCEEEEE it don’t smell like dead people in here or nothing!!
My gaze hooks on a lone person standing in the very back. A man.
His eyes. One so dark and bottomless, it feels like staring into a well. And the other, an ice blue so light, it’s nearly white, reminding me of a husky’s eyes. A scar slashes straight down through the discolored eye, as if it didn’t already demand attention.
I had already cut off one of his ears, along with ripping off ten of his fingernails, severed both Achilles heels, a couple of stab wounds in specific locations that won’t allow the fucker to bleed out too quickly, and too many broken bones to count.
Crazy!!!
The gurgling, slurping, and other weird noises bodies make when enduring extreme pain and foreign objects being plunged into them is not a soundtrack I’d ever fall asleep to.
He don't like this shit fr.
My favorite burger joint is right off of 3rd Avenue, and not too far of a drive from my house. Parking is a bitch in Seattle, so
don’t care about fiction books—I only read the ones that are going to teach me something. Particularly about computer science and hacking.
my scarred face—he
She’s fucking incredible. Long, wavy cinnamon hair brushed over dainty shoulders. Creamy, ivory skin with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Light
Her eyes are what draw me in. Sultry, slanted eyes—the type that always look seductive without trying. They’re nearly the same color as her hair. A brown so light, it’s unusual.
would be on their knees. Her lips are pouty and pink, stretched into a radiant smile with straight, white teeth.
In that second, the people in front of us seem to part at the perfect angle, providing me with a clear view. I only see her from the corner of my eye at first, but the small glimpse is enough to send my heart into a tailspin. My head turns like one of those creepy bitches in an exorcist movie—slow, but instead of an evil smile, I’m sure I look like I just found out that there’s evidence the earth is actually flat or some shit.
Oxygen, words, coherent thoughts—all that shit escapes me when I get my first look at Adeline Reilly in the flesh.
He said he In love.
what I do know is that I just found the meaning of life sitting behind a table with an awkward smile on her face.
want to watch her for a while.
So you mean stalk her?
All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.
And you better. Do your big one Zade!!
I know that I’m going to cross lines that I will never be able to come back from, but there’s not an ounce of me that gives a fuck.
And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.
I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.
Darkness spills from the depths of that entrance. The person could be in that hallway, lurking just out of sight.
I decided that I need to start making reports. Leaving some type of evidence behind.
I had immediately called the police that night. They humored me with a report, but they told me finding a rose in odd places around my house isn’t sufficient evidence for them to do anything.
Sarina Reilly—my
Her blonde hair is tucked tightly into a chignon, pink lipstick painted on her thin lips, and icy blue eyes.
“Do you want to know why Parsons Manor deserves to be torn down, Adeline?”
“Because a lot of people died in this house.”
Who you gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS!!
one of the top sellers in Washington. Honestly, I’m proud of her accomplishments. I just wish she felt the same about mine.
“Not only did she die in this house, Addie, but she was murdered here.”
So that’s just some family tradition shit.
my mother is anything, it’s not a liar.
Mom may not be a liar, but she’s also never been empathetic, either.
“My dad never felt comfortable raising me here, but your Nana insisted. She loved Gigi, and she wasn’t capable of letting this house go. It’s cursed. I don’t want to see you do the same thing—grow attached to a house just because you loved your Nana.”
it still goes unsolved to this day. They didn’t have sufficient evidence,
My great-grandmother was murdered in this very house, and no one ever caught the killer.
The only silver lining is that I would never be so stupid to fall in love with him.
It’s… dangerous here.”
created an entire organization built solely around ending human trafficking. I started out as a hacker exposing the truths of our corrupt government.
Jay is the only mouth I need in my ear—his skill levels out to the equivalent of what three hackers could do. And he’s the only one I trust with my life.
don’t use other people for shields unless I have to, and it’s only for a few seconds at a time.
His head is shaved, tattoos covering him from head to toe, and wearing clothes that look like they haven’t been washed in weeks. And look at that—quite the gnarly scar on his forehead.
This must be dear ol’ Josh.
I’m scarred from head to toe, have two different colored eyes—both on the dramatic spectrum—and I’m not a small guy.
Ruby was a good friend of my mom’s and likes to remind me—and
that she used to wipe my ass when I was a baby.
The walls and floor are smooth black rock now, with white ceilings and large white rugs to lighten up the room. I also installed a heating system in the floors.
I decided I love the sconces in the hallway so much that I wanted a few in my room, too. Placed artfully on the wall my bed is against, surrounding a massive, beautiful art piece of a woman.
the bedroom door is my favorite part—the balcony. Black double doors open up to a terrace that overlooks the cliffside.
entire house has now been modernized, though I kept most of the original style. The sconces, checkered floors, black stone fireplace, and black cabinets, just to name a few. Most importantly, I kept Gigi’s red velvet rocking chair.
Victorian gothic dreamhouse.
“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?
Foreshadow
tall, attractive man leaning over me. He has strawberry blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and a killer smile.
