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All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.
I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.
Some monsters get off on your reaction to pain more than the fact that they’re inflicting it, so never put yourself in a position where you’re someone’s source of entertainment.
“So you’re telling me you and Lotus…” he trails off and clears his throat. “And Brandon are friends.”
I can't fucking wait for their book
“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.” “Oh? Why not?” “Real monsters are scarier and a lot more common than invisible paranormal creatures.”
nikolai_sokolov: The scary guy in the pic who looks ready to snap some necks is me. Think about that before touching my baby sisters.
I love this
“You really shouldn’t have caught my interest. Now, I’ll have to swallow you alive, little muse.”
“More like your Grim Reaper, because I’ll slice your throat while you sleep.” He laughs. “You’re such a menace, I want to gobble you up.” “I’ll give you indigestion, asshole.” “Worth it, muse.” “Not sure you’ll think the same when you’re drowning in a pool of blood.” “Blood. Yum. You just keep ticking all the kink boxes today.”
This shits hilarious lmao
I can’t exactly go with the ‘I’m a virgin’ confession, because then he’ll possibly become more insistent about claiming me.
Jesus christ why are all the FMC's virgins
Mia speaks two words in her sleep and I’m ready to impregnate her with my fucking child so she’ll have no way out.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m irrevocably bewitched by that soft voice and I refuse to believe that was the last time I’ll hear it.
“You’re going down, motherfucker.” He punches his bandaged fists together. I suppose that’s a no about breaking the news about my cock’s unorthodox relationship with his sister’s cunt.
Lolol
We should probably meet outside, though.” “Why?” “Because I’d rather not cross paths with your psycho brother.” “No, I meant why do you still want to see me if Lan is out of the picture?”
Oh Brandon :’(
I’m bored. We’re done. Then I block his number and his IG.
For some reason, he seems oddly familiar, like I’ve met him.
OH MY GOD THIS BETTER NOT BE THE GUY FROM WHEN SHE WAS A KID
“How close are you with this cousin of yours?” “Very. We were brought up together, so he’s like a brother.” “I see.” For a fraction of a second, I think I see a smirk,
OH SHIT HES BANGING GAZ
you just called me son, so I take that as you welcoming me into the family.” “You wish.” “I don’t do wishes, Mr. Hunter. I make things happen.”
Slick Landon. Slick indeed
A scream bubbles in my throat and everything crashes down in matter of seconds. “Landon, noooo!” I shriek as a shot rings in the air. And then another.
Her first words in over a decade were because she thought he was getting himself killed
“Say my name again.” He grinned as he wiped my tears away. That’s the last thing he muttered before he lost consciousness.
STOP IT I BEG
All those years she offered me comfort and made sure I was never alone in the darkness wasn’t because she loved me. It was because she felt guilty.
Ouch.
He’s fiddling with the IV tube as if he wants to remove it. I jog to his side and place a hand on his. “What are you doing?” He looks up at me, his face a bit drowsy and his eyes unfocused. “Mia, is that you?” “Yeah. What are you trying to do?” “Coming to see you.” “But you’ve been shot!” “Why should that stop me?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD *SWOON*
“Who says I’m unable to love you?” “You couldn’t say it earlier.” “Because I don’t like to label what I feel for you as love. This”—he points between us—“is much more potent and twisted than mere love. If loving someone means letting them go and wishing them happiness with someone else, then I don’t subscribe to that definition. But if love means protecting and wanting to take care of you till my dying day, then I love you more than anyone has ever loved another human being.”
While I can’t possibly be your Prince Charming—and rightly so, since he’s an overrated idiot—and I can never be neurotypical, whether genetically or mentally, I promise you this, Mia. I’ll always see your perspective before mine, not because I have to, but because I want to. I’m in for the long haul.”
“Are you sure you told them I was coming?” “On my face? Why would I tell Mum and Dad that?”
“Thank you for letting me into your world.” “Thank you for being my world.” “Thank you for helping me get my voice back.” “Thank you for letting me hear it.”
