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I love storms—I just don’t like to be in them. I’d prefer to cuddle up under the blankets with a mug of tea and a book while listening to the rainfall.
Pretty boy isn’t so pretty now.
She’s the first of her kind to exist, and there will never be another like her.
Because she’s going to hate the way she needs me. She’s going to fight it, rebel against the craving and attempt to search for something else that makes her feel even a fraction of what I will.
When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.
They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you.
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.
A predator is on the loose, but I’m the one bringing him to his knees.
Just because the sun is pretty doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous to stare at, Addie.
This man is going to ruin me after tonight. I can taste it on my tongue.
“I’m going to remind you how good it feels to be mine.”