shanelle maree

“How many times will you burn me? Three, four, five, maybe ten— Is it me who’s burning you? Yes, ‘this’ needs to end. If you walk away first, I’ll follow suit. I’ve told you this before, and yet you never do…”
― Whitney G., Turbulence

“What level of threat is the bomb?" "What do you mean, sir?" "Do you think I’m safe to fuck my girl in my own home, or should we leave?" I wanted to claw his eyes out. Malice grinned. "It’s fairly small, sir. About thirty yards from the home. It looks to be more of a diversion than anything. However, I suggest you leave for your safety—" Malice ended the communication, let out a huff, and started walking me down the hall toward a room at the end.”
― Coralee June, Malice

“There was only a text message from the woman I’d fucked earlier, Emily. She was listed as ‘Dallas-Emily’—city first, then name. That way, I wouldn’t confuse her with ‘San-Fran-Emily’ or ‘Vegas-Emily,’ so I could easily keep track of the other women I slept with in other cities.”
― Whitney G., Turbulence

“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