Brienna

“I looked for you. In every market and podunk town, in every corner of every land, I searched each face for yours.”
― Rachel Schneider, Metal Slinger

“Please,” he murmured against her skin. She smirked down at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t quite hear you.” “Wicked angel,” he told her, his eyes blazing with want. “Please.” “Please, what?” she asked, reaching down to plunge her hands into his hair, tugging gently with impatience. “Let me taste you,” he begged. She tilted her head. “Is that all you want to do to me?” “Not even close,” he growled.”
― Kaylie Smith, Phantasma

“Loving an addict is like being an addict yourself. Only you’re addicted to hope. You constantly tell yourself that this time will be different. Things will get better. And always, always, you know that one day, when they’re dead and cold, after their addiction has sucked the breath from their lungs . . . you’ll still wonder if you could have done more. If you could have been more—even though their addiction was sucking the breath from your lungs too.”
― Stacia Stark, We Who Will Die

“Did he fuck you?” “That’s hardly relevant.” “Perhaps not, but it is imperative that I know.” “Why?” I taunted. “So I know which part of him to mutilate first.”
― Ella Fields, Amid Clouds and Bones