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June 27 - June 29, 2024
For the people who wear many hats, but struggle to keep them on. —Nouha Jullienne
“No matter how hard the past is, you can always begin again.” - Jack Kornfield
“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” -Richard Bach
What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms, and this one is mine. Feeling physical pain numbs the mental anguish I feel inside.
“They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.” —Oscar Wilde
She is even more gorgeous up close, her beauty suffocating, blazing with a fire even the devil couldn’t handle.
I want to do every depraved thing my mind can possibly imagine to her. Rip her to shreds, uncover her inner demons, and piece her back together in a way that will leave her too damaged for anyone else, but perfect for me.
Although, I wouldn’t be against ripping the head off my competition and using his head as a hockey puck. That’s fucking dark. Even for me.
He’s average height, well-built, and blonde. Meh.
“Next time you put on a show like you did at the club, make sure that it’s for my fucking eyes only. Or I’ll kill every single man who looks your way and punish you for being a brat,” he threatens.
I don’t get on my knees for no one, but I wouldn’t hesitate to kneel for her. She has me in a goddamn chokehold.
“The people we love never truly leave us when they pass. There are things in here,” he points to my temple, “and here,” he points to my heart, “that death can’t take away from you. As long as you have memories and love, you have never truly lost.”
You will obey me, even if it’s the last thing you want. If that makes me a villain, then so fucking be it. You’re mine,”
He moves to the other side where the knife wounded me and licks the blood dripping down my neck. He growls and my body stiffens. “Oh,” I gasp. He hums in appreciation and whispers, “Everything about you, including the blood traveling through your veins, is mine.”
“You are a queen—my queen—and I will bow down to you until my last breath.”
“Forgive me,” I pull her closer and lift her hand with the revolver to my throat, my mouth a mere inch away from hers, “or fucking kill me, Angelica. Because I won’t be able to live in a world where you hate me.”
“Everyone is like a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” – Mark Twain
