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“Her reply takes a minute to arrive. Stop texting me or I’ll block you. Yup. She wants me.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Boy

“Only one addiction can actually lead to my decimation. One addiction forces me to forget everything else whenever he’s in my vicinity. Whenever he touches me, kisses me, fucks me. I pretend my outer skin doesn’t exist. I’m not Brandon King. I’m not the broken entity who sees black ink instead of his reflection in the mirror. Not the weak man who’s more often than not swallowed by disgusting nausea and the terrifying notion of nothingness. I’m just me. His lotus flower. His Prince Charming. His baby.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury

“Your mom didn’t tell you? I’m crashing here tonight.” My jaw falls open. “Oh no, you’re not.” “Oh yes, I am.” He drops the bag on the stoop with a loud thump. “My man Cindy said she ran it by you.” “My mother is not a man,” I grind out.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Boy

“Fucking UK weather, am I right?” I shout.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury