Jaydey K

“Please, darling, call me Sin.”
― Kaylie Smith, Phantasma

“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“I feel it, too,” he said, as if reading my mind. “It’s inside of me. Burning like a fever I can’t shake. It’s a spiteful, prideful anger that refuses to admit the truth.” “What truth?” I asked, my voice shaky. Nervous. “That I would kill for you without a beat of hesitation, or remorse. And yet, at the same time, I could be reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash without you. I’m weak for you, Lilia.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia

“Good fucking girl,”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia