The Never King (Vicious Lost Boys, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

I am dead inside. And so fucking bored. And the only thing I have to look forward to is being kidnapped by a myth. Happy fucking birthday to me.

We don’t fuck the Darlings because fucking Darlings is what got us into this mess. We don’t fuck the Darlings. We just break them.

“Where am I?” I lurch upright only to find I’m chained to a wall. That’s kinky.

Pretty boys always make the time go by faster. I hate being bored. But most of all, I hate being alone.

I’m like a kid let loose at a county fair and I want to ride all the rides and play all the games.

Speaking about the lost boys 🤣

Peter Pan was a myth and now he’s real and he’s drinking in the sight of me like I’m a mirage.

I’m being finger fucked by a myth.

👀🤣

She needs to know…there are no white knights here. Just monsters. And I am the worst one.

I guess getting fucked by Peter Pan and the Lost Boys is exhausting.

“All men are born with an ax in their hands, Darling. To take the measure of a man, you just have to pay attention to how he wields it.”