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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.
Yum
I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.
Well thats tru
“To the Elites,” everyone else echoes. Just then, the gates of hell open and pour right on top of him. Pig blood bathes Landon and his glass of champagne in an instant, turning him into a messy goo of ugliness right in front of the people who worship at his feet.
A la carrie
“So you’re telling me you and Lotus…” he trails off and clears his throat. “And Brandon are friends.”
My ride or die!
A height that can comfortably fit in a casket.
Landon... Jesus
Maybe transform her into one of my statues and stare at her spiky expression for eternity. Huh. That’s actually the first time I’ve thought of sculpting someone into a statue just to stare at them. Usually, I’d imagine them as stone for the sole purpose of snuffing out their life.
Ooo
“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
LANDON
My next course of action starts with a certain little muse who’s gotten herself into the deepest clusterfuck of her life.
Muse!
As much as I hate the asshole, he is illegally good-looking and has the charisma of a model in anything he wears. Even
So shes said 15 times
“There. You’re such a good little muse.” His hand is still stroking and groping the statue as if it’s his lover.
Hot
The closest I’ve been to this was with Brian from high school.
They are all virgins
“You’re trembling.” He buries his nose in my hair and ribbons, inhaling me while continuing his path. “Will you also be trembling while riding my cock? Or when I mess up these soft thighs with my cum?”
Grr woof
“We’ll discuss it with the others later, but one thing’s for certain. Once I get my hands on that motherfucker, I’ll break his hand and destroy his little sculpting hobby.”
Oof Jer
“As if I would pay that loser any attention. I was just keeping an eye on Jeremy because he’s going to be my future husband.”
I really dont like her
“Stop talking to me like that,” I sign. “Like what?” “Like I’m your toy.” “I prefer my future fuck doll.” “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.”
These two
“Now, to unlock other kinks.” His voice drops with a chilling edge. “Run.”
God Rina loves primal play
Four out of five. Would recommend it for satanic rituals.
Lmao moron
“I thought I told you what would happen if you flipped me off again.” I grab her hand and then thrust that middle finger inside her with my own middle finger.
Jeebus
A bastard who’s the definition of a life hazard. Said bastard is now half naked as he watches me from beneath his lashes with that smirk of je ne sais quoi and blows a cloud of smoke in the air. Smudges of clay cling to his muscular abs dusted with fine hairs that lead to a place I prefer not to think about.
Woof
Nila?
Nila Wafer
“You won’t touch anyone but me.” Not a question, but a demand. And yet he answers, “I won’t.” Simply. Without any of his infuriating conditions, bets, or ultimatums. “You won’t touch anyone but me either, or we’ll have a very serious, very bloody problem.” “Stop being so psychotic.” “Stop being so cute.”
Eeeeeeeee
“Run, little muse and run as fast you can. Tonight, I’ll fuck all the other cocks out of your memory.”
Grrrrr
“You made the mistake of assuming that there are any other dicks on the table for you. I’ll teach you the valuable lesson that, as long as I breathe, you are only mine to chase. Mine to own. Mine to fuck.”
Gahhhh
“Relax, Mia. It’s not like you’re a virgin.”
Bout that
“Either you conveniently got your period now or you lied to me. Which one is it?” I lift my chin even as the pain sears inside me. I need him to do something to stop this feeling. “You’re a virgin?” His voice sounds darkened and distorted in my ringing ears. I sink my nails into his hand that’s around my throat and squeeze. “Finish what you started, you fucking bastard,”
Scream
Landon pushes a huge blank canvas from the corner of the room and lays me on top of it so that he’s hovering over me.
Omg!!
“Bleed for me.” Thrust. “Break for me.” Thrust. “Make me your one and only.”
SBshhss
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. Fuck. What was that thought all about?
SCREAMING
Mia mentioned a week or so ago that she had an appointment to change her birth control shot, but still, this is a considerable slip on my part.
Oh...
I’m bored. We’re done. Then I block his number and his IG. Best way to get rid of a rotten limb? Amputate it. Even if it hurts like crazy.
Holy shit!
“Why would you do that?” I sign weakly. “If it’s not clear yet. I’m into you, Mia, and that’s a very long-term commitment. I’ll protect you, but I’ll always keep an eye on you so no one else fancies what’s mine. You’ll never, ever, let anyone get close.”
Jesus Landon
“Why not?” “It’s my property, like you, little muse.” She frowns. “I’m not a thing.” “No, you’re not. But you’re still mine.” “Well, are you mine, then?” “If you want.”
Since that option is currently out of the question, I go fetch the fertilizer and even put on gloves. Then I, Landon King, the legendary genius of contemporary art, help water the little flower fuckers.
God i love them
The stronger they strangle the life out of me, the more lightheaded I get. The last thing I see is Nikolai’s manic face. “Payback time, motherfucker.”
Bad timing
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hunter and Mrs. Sokolov. My name is Landon King and I’m Mia’s boyfriend. May I come in?”
Lmao these men
But now, I can only watch my heart bleed as I realize I want more. I want the love he’ll never be able to give me.
I think he can
It’s not really about words, it’s about actions. How the hell could I forget that he was ready to lose his wrist and his flourishing art career instead of losing me just because he didn’t say ‘I love you’?
Good question
“We meet again, Mia. I heard you’ve been saying things you shouldn’t have.”
Ahhhhuuuhgzj
For me, a monster has always taken the form of a stern, square-faced woman with a tight auburn bun and a cruel ruler.
A lady???
She was my and Maya’s nanny for years, but she quit when we were around seven years old because she wanted to take care of the family farm with her husband.
Mean bitch
People assumed my kidnapper was a man and I let them believe that, not seeing the need to correct them. All these years, my main priority was to make sure she and her dangerous husband couldn’t hurt my family.
Well shit
“Don’t even think about it, child,” she says, her voice low and unpleasant.
This bitch is so fucke
“Oh, right,” Mrs. Pratt says. “Seems you’re not up to date with what Maya did, so here it is…” “Shut up,” my sister whispers then yells. “You promised!”
What oh no
“One day, she muttered under her breath, ‘I wish Mia would disappear even for a few days,’ so I made it happen, though a year later.
MAYA!!!!!
“I only found out about him that day when I disguised myself as you and went to the chess club to test Landon. He’s the owner of that club, Mia.” Mr. Whitby…
THE BETRYAL!!!!!!!! Top 10 anime list now!!!!!
She also told you that if you wanted to take care of anyone, it should be me since I apparently know more than I should. It was also because of her that you figured out they were coming back home. So I made sure to be here when you showed up.
MAYA!!!!!!!!?!
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. And then my vision turns blood red.
XGstktaakgitu
Mrs. Pratt shot Landon.
WHAT
After eleven years, she actually did what she promised all those times and hurt someone close to me because I failed to keep my mouth shut. It’s all my fault.
NOT your fault
I look the other way, refusing to give her the time of the day. I still can’t properly process what she did. 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.
BETRAYAL
