I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)

by Jamison Shea

Almost everyone who made it into the company also had a legacy name or an inheritance big enough to make you blush, while Joséphine had neither to pave her way. It was rare for a nobody to climb high society’s ladder, and for Joséphine to reach so high so fast … that was terrifying for them. Enough to inspire endless gossip. People always manufactured excuses to deny us our successes.

Paris was beautiful in the ugliest way, and I only dreamed of being loved so unconditionally.

“Maybe I just want to be enough,” I said, my voice definitive and so sure for the first time in a long while. “You are.”

“Two friends dead, one mutilated, and a girl in the hospital, all over ballet.

Every day was brutal. I’d given my body to them, dedicated my life to them, and pledged myself to a proto-god in the dark, all for them, and after all of this, everything I had was still taken from me.

Their disengagement taught me the value of selfishness. They shaped the beast that slumbered inside of me.

They sooner replaced me with someone unqualified than show me an ounce of grace when I needed it most. When I was recovering from what she did.