Claudia Johnson

“But I regret, with every fiber of my being, that for even one moment you suffered under my hands.” Her eyes widen, the beautiful shades of brown glossing over. “You are, without a doubt, the only good I’ve ever known.” I rest my forehead on hers, my shaky breaths ghosting across her lips, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. “So… don’t lie to me, Wendy, darling. Because my heart won’t survive it if you do.”
― Emily McIntire, Hooked

“You want to watch the world burn?"

"Let me guess, you'll set it on fire?" I ask.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me settling into my bones.

"No, darling. I'll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.”
― Emily McIntire, Hooked

“Give it to me," she whispers.

I shake my head, my body trembling. "I don't have anything to give."

Her mouth grazes along my jaw, pressing soft kisses to my skin. "So give me all your nothing," she replies.”
― Emily McIntire, Hooked