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A sane person would wish for anyone aside from the psycho Killian Carson or the crazy Nikolai Sokolov, but in my eyes, Jeremy has always been the worst of the Heathens.
The only exception is him. The one I’m doing a favor for and because of whom I’m in this predicament.
Who?
We look in that direction and see White Mask and Yellow Mask chasing a group of people and Yellow Mask laughing maniacally.
Oh how I love Nikolai
Landon You alive, love? My heart skips a beat and butterflies erupt in my stomach.
HUHH?? Please tell me she doesn’t like Landon
My heart does that skip again when my gaze falls on the most ethereally beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. So blue and deep, they might as well rival the ocean and swallow anything in sight. Landon King
Are you fucking serious
Besides, there are just no other guys like Landon.
Be so for real rn
But rape fantasy is a very common kink, especially with women who want to feel free in some way.
Oh shut the fuck up
Unless Lan picked up an American accent, a different intonation, and has decided to mess with me.
Lmao she really thought it was Lan💀
If there’s anything I’ve learned about the Jeremy Volkov, it’s that you should stay out of his path. Avoid him. Change direction upon seeing him.
That dull, maybe not so dull, person has gotten herself the worst type of attention. Mine.
Two guys lie on the ground, their noses and mouths bleeding while they twist and wriggle in pain. Over them stands Jeremy, his fists bloody and his expression blank and freezing.
She’s the pathetic and desperate one who’s holding him in high esteem when she should’ve cut him loose a long time ago.
Okay facts
I planned to end the night as usual—watch from afar and gather clues, but then she stuck earbuds in her ears and some assholes thought it was a good idea to follow her. Only I am allowed to do that.
“Why me?” “Because you had the audacity to capture my attention.” “Can I un-capture it?” “That’s not even a word. And the answer is no.
“Kiss me, then, Jeremy. Just—” My words are cut off when his lips slam against mine.
I take time to look around her room, the walls covered in manga pages like some edgy teenager. I move closer and study the names at the top of each, committing them to memory so that I can research what she likes to read.
Aw that’s kinda cute
Well, caring might be an overstatement, but he at least doesn’t sound like he hates me. Or is annoyed with me.
The bar is in hell
I’ve always known Landon was unhinged, but I didn’t realize it was the manic, narcissistic type of unhinged until now.
Girl please. How did you not know
Why the fuck would she act so worried when she’s obviously hung up on someone else? But then again, since when do I care about that?
“Didn’t you ask what we’ll do after we eat? The answer is a game.” “What type of game?” “My favorite. Russian roulette.”
“It’s not normal that you stalk me, buy the mangas I read, do some research on them, and even buy clothes that are exactly my size. Did you go through my wardrobe?” “I did, but I didn’t need that to know your size.” I lift a hand and trace an imaginary outline. “I remember every nook of your body and can guess the size.”
“Weren’t you rooting for him?” “Ava was. She cursed you all night long for the money she lost.” “How about you? Did you curse me?” “No, and I wasn’t rooting for Lan.” “Then were you rooting for me?” “I don’t think so.” “That means it’s a possibility. I’ll believe that you were cheering me on.”
Hes desperate rn
As soon as we’re inside, I lay Cecily on the sofa and cover her with a light blanket.
Wow hes actually kinda sweet
Still grabbing on to me with a desperate hold and a shaky frame, she smiles through her tears. Hope amid ruin. This is the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
She’s glad it wasn’t him who made the fantasy come true, which means she’s glad it’s me. Well, she didn’t say it like that exactly, but I choose to believe that.
Hes actually so down bad for her damnn. Delusional king
This is the first time I’ve held her hand and I can’t help feeling that it’s small, soft, and fits perfectly in mine.
I kind of couldn’t leave when Cecily fell asleep in my arms. And I may have spent hours watching her sleep like the creep she labeled me as.
“That girl you touched belongs to me, and do you know what I do to people who look at, let alone hurt, what’s mine? I make them wish for death.”
I liked wearing some skirts, shorts, and revealing stuff when we were alone, because he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Just like my life, this place has been hollow without her. So much so that I’ve only dropped by twice. The memory of her within the cottage’s walls and all over the property haunted the fuck out of me.
Oh he loves her
There’s no way I’ll ever let Cecily go.
Jeremy actually listens intently to everything I say. He makes me feel important and wanted, like I have someone to fall back on.
he built me shelves in the cottage and continued to stuff them with mangas. Or when he listens to me talking nonstop about them without being bothered. Unless I actually call a character hot or cute, then he definitely starts questioning if maybe he should get rid of them.
Once, I took her to a restaurant, and another time, she planned a mini-date on the beach. But mostly, we prefer our alone time at the cottage, where no one can interrupt us.
Thats so cute
“Did you see me back then?” “I have always seen you.”
“I’m not embarrassed by you, Jeremy. I just…need to come to terms with all of this on my own before I involve other people.” “Is that what you truly believe or are you just too scared to admit what we have?”
Nikolai occupies the other side, hounding her for answers to his earlier question. She doesn’t answer him, but she doesn’t shoot him down either. Instead, she engages the bastard by divulging some harmless information about Brandon.
“What if…what if…we’d never met?” “We would’ve sooner or later.” “How do you know?” “You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.”
Cecily Knight is the calm in a loud, chaotic world.
I love how he washes me up, how he dries my hair and covers me, but most of all, I can’t live without the way he hugs me, how his fingers stroke my shoulder, or how he kisses the top of my head.
I’ve never felt as safe in my life as I do in these arms.
“What if I don’t love you anymore?” “Then I’ll make you love me again.” “Prick,” she whispered, then fell asleep against my chest.
I just want to have her because I simply can’t imagine life without her.
“Then why were you giving me the cold shoulder?” “Because I was scared of getting hurt again, because you’re the only one who’s able to hurt me.” “I won’t hurt you, Cecily.”
“Do you love me?” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”
I gather her in my arms and kiss the top of her head, her cheeks, her eyes, and I finish with a slow kiss on her lips.
i wasbt expecting jeremy to be so sweet
