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1943 pages, Paperback
“In life, nothing ventured ,nothing gained.”
“Make love to me.”
“My mother was murdered and my life had been shattered because of Isabella Swan. But yet, I fucking felt it anyway. I felt the anger and the hatred brewing. I felt the instinct to blame her. My mother was dead and if the girl across from me hadn‘t existed, my mother wouldn‘t fucking be dead. I wouldn‘t have suffered so much over the last few years. I wouldn‘t have been so fucking broken, my family wouldn‘t have been ruined. I felt disgusted with myself, like I‘d chosen the girl across from me over my mother. I felt that by being with Isabella I was pissing on my mother‘s grave. My mother was dead because of her, if she hadn‘t been born none of this would‘ve happened. I felt like I was tainting her memory. Christ, I was sleeping with the fucking enemy!”
“Please! Please don‘t! Please! Please! I‘ll do anything, I swear! Please don‘t kill him! God, please, I‘ll go with you, I will! I won‘t fight! Just don‘t kill him!”
“You won't hear from me, because that wouldn't be fair to you. None of this is your fault
and nothing you did caused this. I'm doing this for you, because I love you. Go make us all proud,
tesoro. I believe in you. I always will.”
“Perdonami,” he said, and I froze as he raised his gun without hesitation, pulling the trigger. A hoarse scream rang from me as the bullet tore through my father‘s skull and he dropped backward, his body limp as it lay on the grass.
“Our life wasn‘t perfect, and we didn‘t live some fairytale like they do in storybooks.”
“That had been my Emancipation Proclamation.”
“You were worth it.”