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First published March 5, 2015


"I wondered about the scars. I wondered about his false smiles. I wondered about Elian Beyer and his many, many secrets."
“Her eyes gave her away. Dark and wide and bottomless. Coal black. They were sad and devoid of light. But I knew there was a soul inside there somewhere.
Or at least I hoped so.”
You may notice me, but you will never know me.
I prefer it that way.
I am the daughter of a monster...
But Elian tells me that I'm different.
He tells me that I'm beautiful... that he loves me.
These words terrify me.
I can't trust love.
Or hope.
Or truth.
Because I fear the beast inside.
It threatens to drown Elian and his sweet, unconditional love.
It's a beast that will destroy everything.
A lot of people liked him.
But they didn’t know him.
But I would know him. He wanted me to. With every discreet glance and every subtle touch, he pulled me closer.
I drew him in.
We were falling… falling… collapsing into each other.
Fuck the universe.
Fuck fate.
Fuck whatever gods threw that beautiful, beautiful woman in my path and made me love her. She was everything I longed for. She was everything I had ever desired. She was complicated. She was a mystery. She was depth and intensity behind coal black eyes.




"We were perfect in our mad sanity."












Finally!
Our cries.
For zero NA tropes.
Have been answered.
Though this dark. Very dark.
Messed up. Completely Messed up.
Twisted. Perfectly twisted.
Book.
The story was impressive.
Plot engrossing.
But I did not like the characters.
Not one bit.
Whilst the writing.
THE WRITING.
Rendered my brain cells.
Dead.
Murdered.
Lifeless.

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“Tick tock goes the clock…”
“Lines of destruction etched into skin…”
“We were perfect in our mad sanity.”
“Doubts were dangerous. They clouded the mind and dampened the soul with what ifs.”
“I forever tiptoed the line between light and dark, never really knowing which way I’d go.”
“We were perfect in our mad sanity.”
“She was my lack of reason. My painful heart. She was my inevitable demise.”
“Love was poison. It killed you slowly.”
She was my lack of reason. My painful heart. She was my inevitable demise. Because of her, I would lose my soul.
He sucked the lies from my tongue like candy. Their seduction tasted sweet but shredded like razorblades when swallowed.
His mind was splintered. Cut into shards. Nothing holding them together anymore. He didn't yet see how far he had fallen. But he would. soon. And I would be there to push him off the cliff.Dare I tell you about the storyline? Nah it's all based on secrets, lies and deception and I couldn't possibly spoil it for you. How about the characters? honestly, for the most part I struggled to work them out, each of them hiding so much. What I did know was that somehow, somewhere along the line there was a connection between Layna and Elian and when the characters worked out what that connection was, all hell would break loose. Yup, all hell broke loose and this story took an even darker, more sinister turn leaving me flipping the pages like a crazed woman desperate to work out what would happen next.
I was a little girl lost. And he was desperately searching for me. He didn't realise that he should be terrified of finding what he was looking for.
"You're broken Elian. But I'm broken too. Maybe together our pieces will make us whole."

I miei primi ricordi erano di sangue.
Il mio cuore non era una cosa che batteva realmente. Era un ammasso polposo di piombo incapace di sentire.
Fino a adesso.
Indossava l'espressione tesa di chi odia la propria vita.
Ero una piccola ragazza perduta. E lui mi cercava disperatamente.
Non aveva realizzato che avrebbe dovuto essere terrorizzato da ciò che stava cercando.
Mi faceva bramare altre cose. Cose normali. Cose che erano molto nocive per la mia anima.
Era la mancanza della mia ragione.
Il mio cuore dolorante...
Lei era la mia morte inevitabile.
Le bugie suonano come un battito cardiaco. L'irruenza dell'inganno nelle mie vene.
Layna affondò le unghie nella pelle, protetta solo dalla stoffa sottile della mia camicia. Avrei voluto sussultare alla fitta di dolore. Spinse. Scavò. Si insinuò all'interno. Radici profonde.
Sostituii la lingua con i denti. Raschiando. Mordendo.
Divorando.
Mio.
Perché per tutti quegli anni aveva vissuto la sua doppia vita, sua moglie e i suoi figli non avevano idea che il diavolo si celasse sotto il viso dell'uomo che amavano.