I’m guessing she’s a soon-to-be trophy wife. Speaks five languages, looks like an angel, and probably fucks like a siren.
I’d imagined our kiss countless times before, but I’d never expected it to feel like this. Like home. Like oxygen. Like forever.
I might be a punk, but you’re the hideous little monster who is falling for him.
High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don’t care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive.
Hateful people make the best lovers.
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...
Come near my wife again, I said, and I'll show the world just how much of an angry motherfucker I can really be when someone touches what's mine.
Used to say that pride was the most exquisite jewelry a woman could wear even when you’re naked.
Shabby I Fucked Your Girlfriend and Didn’t Even Enjoy It tee that had cost me a grand,
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.
It’s cute how you think you’re my enemy. You’re not on my level.
It makes me so hard I’m pretty sure the rest my body turns anemic.
Dragged my chair back before she had the chance to smash my balls with her stilettos.
You’re Saturn, she whispers. Made of iron-nickel and surrounded by protective rings of ice and rock.
Would you like the secret to disarming Wolfe Keaton, my dear girl?(…) Yes, I heard myself say.Love him. He will be defenseless against your love.
What does Miss LeBlanc have that the rest of the human population doesn’t? she inquired, meaning I’d never sent anyone flowers, let alone an amount that could potentially fill a whole forest. I smirke...
The notion that you can touch me or what’s mine in any way, other than sucking my cock whenever I’m generous enough to allow it, amuses me. Why don’t we get to know each other over dinner tonight befo...
The night before senior year I spotted you on those bleachers You looked adorable Your heart cracking for a guy Who would love to smash a foot in it and crush it into pieces
The Creation of Adam.
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.