shanelle maree

“Grief is such a potent emotion, almost sentient at times. It’s not just a feeling within you but a presence, as if it lives outside of your broken heart.”
― Loxley Savage, Broken Beasts of Beauty

“It’s so unpredictable, grief. One moment you are fine, focused on the task at hand. Yet just the mere mention of the name of the one you’ve lost and that all comes crashing down in an instant. Grief overwhelms as your heart remembers how much it loved one that no longer exists, and the longing for them turns into an aching pain.”
― Loxley Savage, Broken Beasts of Beauty

“You killed him," I said. Malice smirked, as if this was funny. As if the brutal death in his guest room was nothing more than an outlet for his destruction. "I did." I was trembling, my entire body shaking from the adrenaline and fear. "You...you tortured him," I whispered. "I did." "You saved me." At my awed tone, Malice softened some. "I did," he echoed once more. Simple words packed with sentimental meaning. He cared. "And I’d do it again. Now come here and fuck me while his corpse watches.”
― Coralee June, Malice

“Fine. But remember what I said about no murder cars. Anthony needs to work on his technique for scrubbing evidence," I said while teasingly nudging Anthony. "I am very good about cleaning up DNA," he protested. "You kept a dead girl’s clothes in your death dungeon," I replied dryly. "Seriously, have you listened to any of my podcasts?" "Hey now. You looked hot in her clothes. And it’s a good thing I had them. You would’ve had to dispose of a dead body while naked," he popped back before staring at me with a...confusing expression. "Oh shit, I just got a boner.”
― Coralee June, Malice