Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

Sometimes, I’m not always sane.

I don’t mind cooler temperatures, but I’d prefer it if my nipples didn’t cut through all of my clothing.

I think I need a bigger mouth. More alcohol would fit in it.

if you don’t want to get caught and charged for murder, dispose of the body yourself.

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.

What was going to be a fairly slow death is now going to be the slowest death to ever happen since the dawn of humanity.

Later, I’ll ask God why She made me the way that I am,

You haunt me. It’s only fair I return the sentiment.

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

His eyes are tracing my curves like they're scripture, and he's a sinner that is searching for proof of a God that he no longer can hear.

“I don't think you know what love is,” I whisper. He grunts with amusement. “I don't think anyone does, baby. Love is an enigma, and it's redefined every time someone says it.”

It’s easier to play the victim when you’re not the mastermind behind all your bad decisions.

“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.”

“Does that make me a goddess?” He pulls me impossibly closer, his lips now pressed against mine lightly. “Baby, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.”

“I’m going to die today,” she mutters. “You won’t die, just maybe a little possession,” I chirp as I round the island and make way towards the staircase. “Yeah, and guess who I’m terrorizing first?”