We’re all responsible for our own lives. Dumping the blame on someone else is for the weak.
You are the fucking equation, I want to yell in her face. The riddle and the answer and the numbers within it. You’re math. You make sense.
We didn’t make love, we made war. When she was pulling, I was biting. When she was scratching, digging her nails into my flesh, I slammed harder, faster. Our sex was furious, it was raw, untamed, wild...
High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don’t care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive.
People dislike me because I fight mean. With no mercy. But what they don’t get is that terror and arousal are very similar. Same adrenaline. Same incentive. Same reaction.
I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.
That's the thing about broken princes. Not all of them have to die. If their soul is whole, they sometimes survive. Sometimes, they even grow up to be kings. Mine did.
Estas en mi sangre, en mis venas, en mi jodida alma. Estás en mi corazón y en la punta de mis dedos y en mis jodidos labios como una oración. Estás jodidamente por todos lados, Jolie Louis. Siempre lo...
I squirm away, digging my feet into the ground and trying to escape, when Penn’s hand—warm and big—grasps my other wrist. Via releases me immediately. I want to kick him away and yell at him for preve...
Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about the why. The why matters. The who is irrelevant (but the band was great, so there's that).
That her best friend, Gabe Poirier, is a bad idea. He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you...
You’re going to hell for this, Jesus said inside my head. And if you think I’ll claim your ass when you get there, you obviously weren’t paying attention in bible class.
I met him at the airport. He wore a long dark-gray pea coat, charcoal slacks, a cashmere sweater, and his usual scowl. He was standing outside, the freezing New York weather staining his cheekbones a...
Dragged my chair back before she had the chance to smash my balls with her stilettos.
It’s cute how you think you’re my enemy. You’re not on my level.
I grabbed the bun on top of my head and cut it, throwing it to the sink and turning on the water with the elastic band still on.
Hang on to this anger, Chucks. I’ll be happy to work your crazy ass up in bed and fuck every doubt and complaint out of your tight pussy.
And if you need a helping hand, you know mine is good for more than fingering.
Shabby I Fucked Your Girlfriend and Didn’t Even Enjoy It tee that had cost me a grand,
Eight o’clock. A cab will be waiting downstairs. You will wear the same dress, and no bra or panties. You will be mine for the evening. You will not talk back to me, just let me fuck you the way I wan...
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