I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging
Make him love you,” Ruthless Me whispered. “Make it so he can’t live without you. The devil you know.” I felt her growing inside me, bringing with her the insane idea that I actually wielded power with Caleb.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade.
Somehow I’d still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.
Like any author worth a shit – she parted with a piece of her soul.
His fingers caressed the column of my tense throat. I shivered in fear. I hated not being able to see what was happening, it forced me to feel everything.
The only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close.
This isn’t a romance. You’re not a damsel in distress and I’m not the handsome prince come to save you.
I was not crying – eyes water. I think we all know I’m a badass and I don’t cry. – Caleb
Monsters don’t born they made, but still monsters can love.
It’s an ember forever burning in my heart. It’s a reminder Caleb will live forever.