shanelle maree

“Anywhere will do. I don’t care if we go camping. Maybe next time we can?” “Yeah, okay.” He chuckles as he opens the door. “My brother has told me all about camping, I’ll meet you there.” I smile: that’s code for I’m never going camping.”
― T.L. Swan, The Casanova

“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

“That’s what I don’t get about this world. Why can’t everyone appreciate the immense differences in each other? Why would we all want to be the same? It would make the world boring. I wish that people could appreciate those who are different and unique instead of scoffing at that which they do not comprehend. Maybe if they just took the time, they could learn to open their hearts and broaden their understanding instead of being so close-minded. One misses out on so much beauty in the unknown by hiding with what is familiar.”
― 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