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Tied (All Torn Up, #2) Tied by Carian Cole
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“She’s everything. My past. My present. My future. My twin flame— the one who shares the path of my soul.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“I quickly learned that the illusion of appearance will always outweigh the truth of what’s really inside.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“I wanted to be responsible for igniting a feeling in a soul just as lonely and broken as my own.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“I can almost believe this girl could love me, scars, damage, ugliness and all. And oh , how ferociously I would love her back if given the chance.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“because all I see when I look at him are eyes the color of a sky I ached to see but was kept hidden from me for ten years.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“The secret to fairy tales is believing in them. That’s what makes them come true.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“And I guess we’re perfect together because her demons are strong enough to wrangle with mine.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“I can almost believe this girl could love me, scars, damage, ugliness and all . And oh, how ferociously I would love her back if given the chance .”
Carian Cole, Tied
“It was dark, and there was light.
Flashing, burning.
There was warmth, and there was ice.
Melting, oozing.
I was flying, but I had no wings.
Floating, drifting.
Until there was nothing at all.
And the silence screamed the loudest, crying to be heard.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“She’s everything. My past. My present. My future. My twin flame—the one who shares the path of my soul.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“So I shredded their cash, put it in a box with a fresh pile of the dog's shit, and mailed it back to them. Mature? No. Immensely satisfying? Hell fuckin' yes.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“She’s like the star on top of the Christmas tree— that final glittering touch that brings it all together.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“It took months for me to get used to the idea of going to other rooms, of being able to go outside, walk around, and return to where I started. The expectation of a wall popping up and stopping me, trapping me, continues to linger. I still expect him to sneak into my space, even though I watched him die. Death doesn’t erase fear or memories. The monsters that live inside us are much harder to get rid of. I’m getting better at battling them, though.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“My heart jumps in the air, grabs her words, and runs back to the darkness to savor them.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“The moment I touched him, I destroyed him.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“I’m not the prince on the white horse, Holly. I’m just a fucked-up ugly loser on an old beat-up motorcycle.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“She’s like the star on top of the Christmas tree—that final glittering touch that brings it all together.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“Look at me, being nice. It’s almost sickening.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“How bizarre. How stalkery. How romantic.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“Once upon a time… I watch as the flames crawl across the pages of the pink bound book, obliterating the tiny words until that very first sentence goes up in flames and smoke. One by one, I toss all my childhood fairy tale books into the fire and watch them get eaten by the orange flames. Tears spill down my hot cheeks, and strong arms embrace me from behind, pulling me back against his chest before I can fling myself into the fire to save my precious books. Those worn pages, and the stories they hold, once saved my life. It’s more than just the books, though. I want to feel the searing burn of flesh like he did. I want the smoke to seep into my lungs and suffocate me like it did to him. “Let it all go.” His warm lips brush against my ear as he pulls us backward, his arms tightening around me. He always knows what I’m thinking, what I need to hear or feel from him—often before I do. He understands the aches of my heart and the memories that lurk and claw at my soul. He’s the only one who knows how to chase it all away. When the last page has burned, and there’s nothing left but ash and memories, we turn away. He drapes his arm across my shoulder, presses his lips to the top of my head, and leads us from the fire as wisps of smoke trail after us like ghosts not wanting to be left behind. This is where it ends. Exactly where we began.”
Carian Cole, Tied
“What is that theory about the six degrees of separation? That everyone is somehow connected in some way?”
Carian Cole, Tied