Brytnea

“Vete a la mierda.”
― Jennilynn Wyer, Savage Princess

“A home isn’t just a place—sometimes a home is a person; sometimes a home is flesh and blood. And I’d defend the home I’d found to my last breath.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“the barstool out for me with his foot. “I will never control you like that, Andie. I will never lay a hand on you or raise my voice to you. If you want to dance around the living room singing to Cardi B, then do so. If you want to throw your clothes on the floor, eat in bed, and leave your toothpaste tube uncapped, then do that too. You’re free to do what you want, when you want, however you want. You can come and go as you please, as long as Liam or another guard accompanies you. The only thing I ask is for you to never hide yourself from me. I want to know my daughter, the real you.”
― Jennilynn Wyer, Savage Kings

“Everly jumped when I returned, reappearing in her bedroom with a bang as my feet hit the ground. I held out the box I’d stolen, watching the stages of confusion on her face as she figured out what it was. “That’s a—Oh wow, okay, that’s a penis. With… a harness?” Her face couldn’t have turned any redder. She held up the toy with its adjustable straps, the length and size of it comparable to her forearm. “It’s a strap-on. Got it.” Her eyes kept darting between me and the toy, growing wider with every pass. “You want me to fuck you… with this?” Her voice cracked, and I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. “It’s… Callum, this thing is massive!”
― Harley Laroux, Soul of a Witch