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I just love her writing.

For everyone brave enough to ride the handle.

Another one just for the fun of it.

A sporty romance ig

I swear it’s not on purpose. I’m not on a Emily Henry streak. It’s just that I have her books on my to read list since 2022 so yeah. Gotta bust down if I wanna read at least half of that list….

he’d shrugged and mumbled something about how I acted like a fairy princess who’d been raised by woodland creatures.

We managed to calmly walk to the elevators, but the second the doors closed behind us, I was cackling. I looked at his wide grin and said, “Nick Stark, you are such a good liar!” He laughed and moved a little closer. “And you are such an enormous brat with your ‘marshmallow’ shit.”

For The Lonely, The Daydreamers, The ones who find their friends between the pages of books—

“Charm and intrigue can only get you so far, Libby Loo. Those things always disappear, which is why you never, ever choose the bad boy.”

The Portuguese jump scare is crazy

Instead, Vane’s arms caged her, his forehead pressing to hers. “You,” he rasped. “You are my every…reason.”

Vane, who she hated for making her kill. Vane, who had held her afterwards, as if he knew she would need it. Vane, who she was suddenly imagining with his fingers between her legs.

He looked at her like it hurt.  But the trace of odd vulnerability left his face quickly as it had come. She cleared her throat, fidgeting. 

For the readers who prefer their romance served with a side of tragedy (and dragons)

“You once accused me of not knowing the meaning of love,” he says. “But you were wrong. You fault me, perhaps, for loving you too much.” His eyes are so intense. So green. So cold. “But at least I do not deny my own heart.”

“No—I wanted you,” he says, struggling to keep his voice steady. “That’s all I wanted. From the very beginning, Juliette. You were it. You were all I wanted.”

“You’re not bothered by all the heavy breathing going on over here?”

“Because they’re dead, love. They’re all dead.”

“I can’t believe you have that memorized,” I whisper.

Ahhhhhh… Neither do I

“I couldn’t sleep for days after I read that entry. I kept wanting to know which people were chasing you down the street, who it was you were running from. I wanted to find them,” he says, so softly, “and I wanted to rip their limbs off, one by one. I wanted to murder them in ways that would horrify you to hear.”

He’s looking at me like I succeeded, like I shot him in the heart and shattered him, like I left him to die after he told me he loved me and I refused to think it was even possible.

“Mmmmmmm,” he said. “You’re like a sexy, super-scary plant.”

It’s getting goood ugh.

UAAHAHA

It’s strange. How hollow I feel.

I look around. At the ground. At what I’ve done. And I understand, for the first time, that I have the power to destroy everything.

DNF in 2024… back at it.

Cardan the snake looms over me, his black scales gleaming. “I love you,” I say, and then he devours me.

Severin shakes his head. “There’s only one thing the smith ever wanted anyone to remember.” “His name,” I say.

Now they see me as the murderess queen.