What do you think?
Rate this book


370 pages, ebook
First published November 4, 2019
"I stopped breathing when I felt him behind me, his breathing on my nape. “We’ll be back for you, Little Bird.” The Shadow pressed into me from behind, his hard chest to my back. “I’ll always be back.”
“Heads, I suck your pussy until you scream, to show this fool how a real man fucks. Or tails, I cut off each of your fingers and fuck you with them. Both will have you screamin’, baby. So, what will it be?”
"Intimacy is just like murder; they both make your heart race and your palms sweat while leaving your thoughts in disarray, but then when you’re done, you’re left with the remnants of someone else’s soul or blood on your hands."

1. boy says he hates girl and wants to kill her.
2. girl ignores.
3. boy says "you're mine" and shows off his abs.
4. girl thinks he's hot and lets him touch and kiss her forgetting he hates her and wants to kill her.
5. boy says forget that happened i hate you.
6. girl ignores.
7. repeat.
"I'm worked up and under fucked thanks to Kingston. But apparently, Val was good enough for his royal penis."
character development < smut



This is neither a circus nor a carnival. This is what happens when the clock strikes twelve and all of the monsters you thought never existed expose themselves.”

Love is a battlefield, and my knight is a villain.
You see, when I was a little girl, a shadow chased me. An entity. Instead of stepping out from behind it to feel the sun against my skin, this shadow ruined every expectation I had of seeing the light.





Welcome to Midnight Mayhem. We are not a circus, we are not a carnival, and the only thing that you should be afraid of losing tonight, is your sanity...
He’s everything you were instilled to fear as a little girl. He’s your father’s worst nightmare and your mother’s wet dream. He carries himself with confidence and danger. His felonious smirk is one thing, but the way his eyes dismiss you is another.
What happened between the two of us toward the end was intense, strong enough to weave the strings we both agreed we wouldn’t have.
“I can’t fuckin’ share you, P. Ever. Even when you’re not mine officially, you’re still mine. That’s how it’s always going to be.”
Eye contact is the language that no one can speak, but chemistry is fluent with; it's the language of fate.
