Amaira

“My pretty Pae, what have you done to me?”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“You promised to be my undoing,” I murmur, lowering my head close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. “So, prove it.” Her face angles up toward mine, our noses brushing. She never lowers her dagger, and the point of her blade still draws blood from my throat. “Prove it,” I repeat, voice quiet. “Hate me enough to make me want you.” I cup her jaw, feeling her eyes burning into mine. “Ruin me.” Our mouths crash together.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“I was lonely in a way that I imagine the stars to be, observed by everyone yet too far to truly be seen.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless