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you can’t tell Henry of my plans. I don’t think he’s quite ready to be wooed by me.”
Gareth’s eyes met mine, widening at Clara’s confession, sheer astonishment blatantly pasted across his face. Then he turned back to her. “How can you know he isn’t ready now?”
“My magic tells me so. I’m just biding my time,” she said sweetly. “Till he’s ready for me.”
I love herrr😭

“She’s got quite a chip on her shoulder for you,” I observed.
“It’s been there quite a while,” he agreed, then faced me with a glint of determination in his cool, blue gaze. “But I’m knocking it off, whether she wants me to or not.”
“Good luck.”
“I’ll need it.”

😝

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice raw from all the crying, "but I
have no idea who you are."
He smiled wider, which seemed an odd response to her con-fession. But his voice was nothing but soothing as he said, "I'm your husband. You've been through something terrible, but it's all right now. I'm here, and I'm never going to let you

Bitch your evil die

A tormented scream pierced the night like a blade. The sky bled, and darkness fell instead of stars, erasing lights across the Magnificent North.
GUADAFACKGUADAFACK

She could feel the cool of his arms sliding gently under her legs and carefully under her neck as he cradled her to his chest.
“It hurts, Jacks.”
"I know, love. I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
THAHAHAHGAGAH

"This doesn't end well." His fingers pressed harder.
Evangeline gasped, and at last she pushed him away. "There
is no this-I'm married."
Jacks ran his finger over the smirk playing on his lips. "You keep saying that, Little Fox, as if it's something I should care about”

Ughhh just fuck alreadyyy

The book had described the members of the Merrywood Three as scoundrels. They were Prince Castor Valor, Lyric Merrywood-son of Lord Merrywood—and a nameless archer who she suspected could have been the same Archer from The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox

JACKS IS IN THE PICTURE HES THE ARCHER??? THATS WHY HE CLARFIED APOLLO WAS UNDER THE CURSE AND HE WAS NOT THEEE ARCHER AND THATS WHY HES SO CAGEY ABT THE STORY

And she had no idea what to think of the way Chaos had smoothed her slip down. before leaving. He was a monster for sure, but it seemed he was also a gentleman. A gentleman monster.

Chaos lwk so fine shit bro like ugh yes my favorite kind of gentlemannnn

You're so lucky I'm here," she grunted.
"Luck had nothing to do with it, "Jacks mumbled. "I wanted you here, Little Fox. Who do you think asked Poison to save you and suggest to his empress that she send you to Nocte Neverending?"
I WAS FUVKING KNOWINGGGG RAHHHH

And then, as if he weren't a monster as well, Jacks slid an arm underneath her cape and wrapped it around Evangeline's waist, holding her possessively tight as he drawled,
"Stop flashing your fangs. I'm the only one who gets to bite her."
Jacks nipped at Evangeline's ear, cold and sharp.

OHHHH MY FAKWKWKWKWKW

Evangeline couldn't imagine that Jacks would hold on to her, or anyone else, for that length of time. And yet, he made no move to release her.
He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.
AHAHAHAHAHA

He presses a kiss to her hair. “If you did, I would be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to prove the sincerity of my feelings.”
“What’s that?” she asks, peering up at him.
“Become a king of some place instead of running away from all royal responsibility.”
AHAHHAA

.You cannot understand. I am a chasm that will never be full. I am hunger. I am need. I cannot be sated. If you try, I will swallow you up. I will take all of you and want more. I will use you. I will drain you until you are nothing more than a husk.”
“Use me, then,” he whispers, mouth on her throat.
Then her lips are against his, and there is no more talking for a long time.”
Fantastic

“Do you want—?” he starts, but she is already pushing up her dress.
“I want,” she says. “That’s my problem. I want and I want and I want.”
“What do you want?” he asks, voice soft.
“Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far.”
LAHAHAHAHAHAHA😫😫

“Why does anyone want anyone else?” Tiernan answers. “We do not love because people deserve it—nor would I want to be loved because I was the most deserving of some list of candidates. I want to be loved for my worst self as well as my best. I want to be forgiven my flaws.”
“I find it harder to forgive your virtues,” Hyacinthe tells him, a smile in his voice”

I love them tg badddd like ugh

“Good night, Prince of Elfhame,” Wren says as he is led from the room. He manages a single glance back. Her gaze locks with his, and he can feel the frisson of something between them. Something that might well be terrible, but that he wants more of all the same.”

Boy u are down so bad bruh she just threatened to have u whipped??? She losing me bruh 😭

He says nothing. Nothing he says could possibly help him.
“Crawl to me.” Her eyes shine, fever bright.
Again, Oak’s body moves without his permission.

Bro why is she literally cardan fahhhh

“He’s not sure what happens after that.
Nor is he sure what it means about him that he finds hope in the fact that Wren has kept him. Fine, not everyone would see being thrown into a dungeon as a romantic gesture, but he’s choosing to at least consider the possibility that she put him there because she wants something more from him.”
Oh he’s so real😭

That you’re terrifying?” he asked, his drawl becoming exaggeratedly languorous, almost a purr. “I adore it.”
She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. The king’s arms came around her, and she shivered once, as though letting something fall away.
Jude’s peace is being in Carson’s armsssss ughhh🥲🥲

“Come here,” he says, beckoning with a hand. I am not sure I know the me who moves, who shifts so that I am resting my head against his shoulder. The me who feels his breath against my hair and the pressure of his splayed fingers at the small of my back. RHAHAHAHAG bitch I’m having such a timeeee reading this

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” she whined.
“I don’t have a condom,” I admitted through gritted teeth and disbelief. I tried to come to grips with this tragic turn of events, but I couldn’t.
“Wait. A grim, who seems to be always so prepared, doesn’t have a condom?” Her head fell back on a deep exhale.

Oh I’m knowin😭😭

“Are you the spiderman?” I asked, our breaths mingling, mouths inches apart.
“No, Lavinia.” He shook his head then dipped closer to me. I was sure he would kiss me, but he skimmed his nose along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear. “You are,” he grated, biting my lobe. “And I’m so fucking caught in your web”

Holyyyy😫

As soon as she walked away, Henry collapsed forward, sliding both hands into his hair, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the table. Then he banged it lightly three times.
I love Henry so so much

How long have you been thinking about this?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Years.”
“Years?” I bellowed.
“You’re kind of oblivious, JJ.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Boy u just realized u liked him smh i

He wrapped his hands around my wrists, voice trembling when he said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time, JJ.” He squeezed my wrists. “This. Us.”
But I thought they had fucked around before?

Here’s hoping you all get some love tonight.” More catcalls, laughter, and applause. “This last song goes to my sweetheart. It’s called ‘Sapphire River.’”
I gulped hard, barely feeling the nudge of Charlie’s elbow in my ribcage. His sweetheart. Something about those words proclaimed so publicly sent an eruption of shivery tingles along my skin.”
I’m reminded he’s actually like 100 smth

We’ll stay. But I honestly don’t think it’s necessary. Violet is totally fine.”
While Gareth and Sean looked at her like she might be a little off-center, Henry kept smiling. Seems someone else might be under the Savoie sister spell, but I didn’t have time for this.

😋😋 excitedddd

you’re kind of on a stakeout but without hiding in a nondescript car around the corner?” asked Clara.
“Something like that.” His voice was low and deep and soft but not gentle.
“You know, cigarettes are really bad for you.”
“I’m a grim. I’ve got a long life.”
Oh I love them sm alrrrr Clara and henryyyy😫

Oh,” piped up Clara. “The cute one who’s always on the corner of Ruben’s bookstore?”
Cute? The grim I’d seen hanging on that corner was seriously dark and mysterious, striking in his sharp features. I’d never describe him as cute.
Bitch u js don’t get it sweet girl + morally grey boy will forever be top mf tierrrr

I set the quill pen back in the inkwell and picked up the note, rereading for the hundredth time.
Dearest Isadora,

Oh my fuck I love him down bro HES UGHHFHFH