Robyne

“Did you know that reclaiming something that was stolen from you can help with trauma?” he asks. “Yes,” I murmur. “And if something hurt you before, giving it a new meaning can help.”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“Does anything about the way I love you feel tragic?” I ask, brushing my lips across her jaw. “Yes,” she whimpers. “But only because one day it will end.” A growl rips from my throat, and I fist her hair, tipping her head back and forcing her to see the truth. “You and I will never end, little mouse. Even when we’re six feet under, and our bones are dust, I will haunt your soul until it aches to be free of me. And then, I will hold you tighter.”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“I don’t have to fucking like you to own you. There’s no affection between us. You’re mine. Your mouth is mine. Your cunt is mine. Every fucking thought that runs through your head belongs to me.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“The back garden is like an unkempt jungle, with huge old trees, half-dead branches hanging like skeletons, and suspicious mushrooms lying around. Pretty sure a few aimless ghosts fly overhead, moaning about having a subpar location and few to no visitors on a daily basis. The moonlight plays hide-and-seek with the clouds and night owls scream in the distance, adding some DJing to the whole creepy vibe. Four out of five. Would recommend it for satanic rituals.”
― Rina Kent, God of Ruin