Bewitching Her Monsters (Bewitching Monsters, #1)

by Yve Vale

When someone reads a book, they join me in my world. I tell them there’s a handsome man with a cocky grin sitting across from me, and they are there with me. They get to fill in everything else about you. In a way, the reader and I can become co-creators in that world. And then the characters really take on a life of their own. They become real. In a way.”

People can be sad once in a fucking while. I’m sick of always having to keep my shit together.

Why is it that the only accepted form of emotional expression is snarky anger? Be tough. Be strong. And be an asshole. No. Sometimes we just need to grieve. Say how we feel. Sometimes, we need to call out how fucked life can be. If we don’t acknowledge what’s wrong, what makes us depressed, then we rarely make the changes we need to get out of it.

Geeze. These supes don’t play around. It’s let me ‘lick your pussy, and then I’m mating you for eternity’ in the next breath.