Them: do you fall in love easily?
Me: with people? No. With books? Absolutely.

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Them: do you fall in love easily?
Me: with people? No. With books? Absolutely.
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
I can’t tell whether I’m afraid for my life or turned on. If it’s the second one, I’ve officially gone insane. And I like it.
- Dreadful (Tattered Curtain #3), Greer Rivers.
If you mark me again, bride, you’ll be marking me forever, and I’ll have to do the same.
- Rouge (Tattered Curtain, #2), Greer Rivers.
This is your only warning, Scarlett. I won’t settle for ‘first.’ I’ll be your only. Nothing less.
- Phantom (Tattered Curtain, #1), Greer Rivers.
The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. — Victoria Evans
- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.
Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent. — Marcus Evans
- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.
One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes. — Robert Evans
- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.
Little eyes see. Little eyes learn. Be a good example for all the little eyes watching you. They’re everywhere. — Jasmine Evans
- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.
I’m Victoria Evans. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister to the boy you let die. The victim you turned into a monster. And I’m going to fucking kill you all.
- All the Lies (Mindf*ck, #4), S.T. Abby.
I start to speak again, but he grabs my mouth, painfully pushing it closed. The worst thing he could do is what he’s doing now. Silencing me. It was the worst part of it all. Being silenced, because no one wanted to hear. Now the one person I’ve opened myself up enough to love is silencing me.
- All the Lies (Mindf*ck, #4), S.T. Abby.
Marcus’s last words to me were that we’d come back as avenging angels, and we’d make them pay. We’d do it together. But he didn’t come back.
- Scarlet Angel (Mindf*ck, #3), S.T. Abby.
"I can't have children," I whisper hoarsely.
His head rears back, and his forehead creases in confusion. I could have just lied. I could have glossed over it and promised I couldn't get pregnant.
I'm just sick of lying when I don't have to.
"Why?"
Instead of telling him another lie outright, I point the scars on my side. "I lost a lot that night," I say quietly.
- Sidetracked (Mindf*ck, #2), S.T. Abby.
Three pounds of flesh will be extracted while he’s awake. He’ll beg and plead. He’ll pray to pass out. But he will feel it all. Just like we did.
- The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1), S.T. Abby.
“Of all the good things.” He grasps my hips as I roll them into his. “Of all the good things I’ve felt in my fucking life, you are the best.”
- Bride, Ali Hazelwood.
This hand is mine. She offered it to me freely, and I’m not releasing it unless it’s absolutely necessary. One day, maybe she’ll allow me to touch more than just her hand, but for now, this has to be enough.
- Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect #9), Neva Altaj.
He brings his hand down to her legs, sliding it between the sweet flesh between her thighs. Then he’s groaning.
She’s soaked, her wetness spilling over his fingers. Sweetness. Heaven.
- Babymoon or Bust, Ava Hunter.