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To the girls who dream of meeting a prince but end up falling for the misunderstood villain.
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Zahra. Her name fits the wildness I’ve only had a tiny taste of.
This woman is dangerous—like a landmine someone doesn’t see until it’s too late.
Rowan might have the looks of an angel but the rest of him is pure sin.
He’s a devil in a designer suit with a personality to match.
The kinds of things he says with a straight face impress the hell out of me, and I can’t help feeling oddly attracted to his blunt nature.
She taps the paper with her pen. “Contracts like these require my full and undivided attention. I’m not signing anything before I have a chance to read the fine print.” “You’re not special enough for any fine print.” She doesn’t look the least bit offended by my comment which only irritates me more.
..... DAMN
It’s like she shits sprinkles and consumes rainbows for sustenance. I’m not sure what kind of fairy tale forest she was raised in, but no one can be this optimistic about everything.
Rowan is like a secret code I want to crack—a human Fort Knox I’m interested in breaking into, if only to uncover a vaulted heart full of gold.
“You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed.” “Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?” “I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow.”
PFFFFFT
I’m not sure if he wants to choke me, fire me, or fuck me into submission.
….
One second he’s scowling at me and the next his lips are slamming into mine.
DAMN
He’s the Devil, Zahra. Well, that explains why Eve fell for his tricks. If the Devil looked half as good as Rowan, I’d eat the damn apple too. Screw the consequences.
girl me too
“Take a breath. I’m not in the mood to call an ambulance when you pass out and crack your head open.” “How dare I consider for a second that you would catch me before that happens.” “That requires caring and I’m fresh out of fucks to give.”
I officially need to find out what kind of woodland fairies raised this woman because there’s no way she’s a product of the real world.
But how can we appreciate the sun every morning if we don’t live through the dark?
<3
We aren’t an investment, my feminist brain calls out. But the big, grumpy man spends his time researching me, the hopeless romantic calls out in rebuttal.
People say home is where the heart is but I couldn’t disagree more. Home is wherever I’m unbothered. That’s true peace for me.
same bestie
I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. It’s fitting given how I act like a complete dumbass around her who is willing to risk everything for a moment of her light.
His dark eyes remind me of space—infinite, dangerous, and something I can get lost in.
She shines so brightly that everything else pales in comparison. I feel helplessly trapped in her magnetic field, so close to the sun I might burst into flames.
She’s like the sun, with everyone orbiting around her to bask in her warmth.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” I croak. “I wish I knew.” He says the words so low, I wonder if I made them up.
*swoon*
“I’m coming along.” “Why?” I groan. “Because I find you interesting.” Rowan is the only person who could call me interesting and make my heart flutter in response. I give in to his request because I’m hopeless when it comes to him.
*swoons harder*
She has the magnetism of the Bermuda Triangle, and I’m a lost plane desperate to land.
She feels perfect in my arms, and I’m tempted to keep her tucked beside me where I can protect her from all the darkness in the world, including myself.
Our bodies mold together like they’re two missing parts of a puzzle.
Kissing Zahra is like reaching heaven after an eternity spent in purgatory.
She’s divine with enough wickedness to make a sinner like me want to pray in devotion.
He makes me feel beautiful. Not the superficial kind either, but in a way that makes me proud of who I am. In a way that makes me think he cares about my soul first and foremost.
“You like me,” I blurt out. “No. I tolerate you more than most people. That’s why I want to date you.” The laugh that explodes out of me has Rowan rearing back. “You find this funny?” “A little. But it’s cute.”
“While I’m sorry he hurt you, I’m not sorry he let you go.” I shoot him a wobbly smile. “Are you always so selfish?” His eyes glint. “With you, yes.”
Kissing Zahra is like tasting the sweetest poison.
Her legs wrap around my hips, keeping me locked in place. As if I would ever leave paradise now that I’ve found it.
“A kiss for a secret.” “I’ve never heard of this game.” I smirk. “That’s because it’s exclusively ours.”
“Don’t go wishing for things that can’t happen.” The corners of her eyes soften, reflecting an emotion I haven’t seen from her yet. “That’s okay. I’ll dream big enough for the two of us.”
“You’re so stunning that it hurts to stare at you for long periods of time.”
He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars.
Rowan whispers something to himself that I must’ve dreamed up in my head. “If I had a heart to give, it would be all yours. Free of cost.”
“You planned this whole thing?” I gape at the man who planned an entire book event for me. “No. I had help.”
“Love. Such a simple word for something so devastating.”
“Because I like you. It’s scary as hell because you make me feel everything. And I know I’ll disappoint you. That I can’t promise much, but sometimes I think maybe I could. If I tried hard enough. If I found a way to make things right.”
I care about the man no one else knows. I even think I love him.
Forget sparks. Together, we’re a raging inferno so blistering, I’m scared that I’ll burst into flames if I touch him.
Damn. My balls have officially become a prisoner of war.
Love does make people helpless, but only because they willingly accept it. Because to love someone else means to trust them enough to not abuse the power they have over you.
Declan refocuses his irritation on me. “You’re doing all of this because of a girl?” “No. I’m doing this because I like who I strive to be when I’m with that girl.” “Damn. Rowan might not speak much but when he does—” Cal does a chef’s kiss. “Poetry.”
Because if she’s not happy, I’ll ruin whatever stole her smile, myself included.
“And while I know I don’t deserve you, I’ll spend every single day proving to you how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Rowan. And I would be more than happy to protect your heart from the world because you make me want to be a little bit selfish too.”
