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Think about what you’re doing this for, Lily. Who you’re doing this for. This asshat doesn’t matter. If you do the work, he’ll have to give you the grades you deserve. You’ll prove him wrong too.
ghostly nothingness
One of the
florescent lights was sputtering with a tinny noise, like it had a mouse inside it drumming on the glass.
Let’s just hope that whatever prime job you’re hoping to score right out of college, it doesn’t require treating the people around you like human beings, since you’d obviously flunk any course on that subject.
Crazy or not, I still had a job to do. Those grocery store shelves weren’t going to stock themselves.
Death was giving me the opportunity for an upgrade.
My first instinct was to turn tail and run like a rabbit in the sights of a fox.
“What the fuck did you call her?” Ansel snarled, switching from exuberant puppy to rabid pitbull in an instant.
Mr. Grimes had styled his short hair up in little spikes, dyed black with crimson at the tips.
So, are you going to sit on your own, or am I going to have to pick you up and put you on your ass myself?”
“We’re going to do right by you,” he said. “If that’s what you want right now, then that’s what we’ll give you. But we are going to be here when you need more than that, and I don’t think it’s going to be very long before you do.”
Talking wasn’t my thing, but Nox could usually make any order he gave stick, no matter who he was giving it to. Kai could talk circles around anyone arguing with him, and Ruin’s perpetual good mood might be irritating, but it also tended to disarm people… sometimes with perfect timing for him to hit them where it hurt. But somehow none of them had been able to get through to her—to make her want us around the way she always had before.
Art was pure feeling, and anyone who didn’t get that could suck my balls.
maybe the chaos in me was just too much to ever make anything quite right.
air—jerked their heads around with vaguely guilty expressions. Although not guilty like they thought they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing, only like they’d screwed up by getting caught at it.
“Tell me you didn’t just try to justify attempted murder on the basis that you needed a good workout.”
Does your mother know you’re offering up human sacrifices? my inner voice snarked,
I bit my tongue to keep the acidic remark I wanted to make inside. You know what they say about guys who carry around big sticks. Overcompensating much?
“You’ve
never been normal. Normal’s for losers.
You’re with us, Minnow, just like you’re meant to be, and we can show you ten times bette...
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They were here. My protectors, my friends, my voices in the dark.
Zach Oberly kicked the bucket when I claimed this body. I’m Malachi Quinto. But everyone calls me Kai, so it’s probably better if you do too.”
like Vincent shook his head. “Jett,” he said tersely. “Jett Vandamme.”
“I’m Ruin,” not-really-Ansel said
“My name’s Lennox, but that sounds like a dork, so we’ll stick with Nox. Nox Savage.
You can do it. Kick those feet, they’re coming free. Just reach—reach! Tiny nudges against my limbs, prodding me forward.
If you don’t care about the law, it can rarely touch you.”
“Somehow I don’t think you spoon the other guys in bed. And I assume you like them.” I cocked my head, considering. “I would if they wouldn’t punch me in the face. The guys aren’t much for PDAs.
I’d forgotten how overwhelming this kind of hunger could be. How torturous it was but thrilling at the same time.
“No,” I said with absolute certainty. “No one but you. There never will be anyone else from now on. And I don’t mean just for enjoying ourselves. You’ve got my whole heart.”
“It’s not crazy to look after you. It’s crazy that you don’t think you deserve it. Anyone who touches you is fucking dead.”
“Instead of making them feel worse, why don’t you make me feel better?”
“You aren’t a minnow anymore, are you, Lily?” Nox said, his baritone dipping even lower. “You’re a goddamned siren.”
The sounds of the mayhem swirled around me, grunts and gasps, sloshes and crackles. It filled my head with a weird, wavering melody that begged for words. Crazed as it was, there was something so brilliantly orchestral about the maelstrom of violence…
If you let yourself stop caring what the people who don’t matter want, nothing can get in your way.
Frogs. A flood of frogs, flinging themselves toward Peyton from both sides. I’d summoned an army of fucking frogs.
