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oh MY gosh. How Can u possibly go from making the most beautiful book to THIS? it’s so bad I can’t take it. “That’s my soulmate” A HUNDRED TIMES LIKE WE GET JT

“You have forgotten one key detail in your arrogance.”
“One of us took the Sun from the Moon. We took the queen of darkness’s hope, her one redeeming quality—the guiding remembrance that she is not all shadow.”
He placed the coin carefully in the centre of the table.
“Elara’s light is gone. She has nothing to save her. Nothing to hold her back. It is not him we should fear. It is her.” 😛

“She means fucking,” Isra shouted over, reclining back in her own chair. Elara chuckled.
Merissa rolled her eyes, continuing. “When you’re on top of the man—” “Can’t relate to that,” Isra chipped in again.
“Isra,” Merissa snapped. point proved 😀🫰

Merissa sat in the chair, pulling Elara over her. “The most successful way to perform this step is not to imagine that you are dancing, but rather,” she thought for a second, trying to find the words, “making love.”
Literally the vibe of this book: pt 1

Of course he sculpts things. Honestly their balance of playfulness and being each others comfort is so incredible to see 💓

Enzo pulled her away roughly and tilted her chin. “Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that feeling too much is a weakness. Do you know how much strength it takes to feel every ebb and flow of life? To keep your heart open? You treasure it, Elara, there aren’t many who possess such a gift” 💌

THEY Are so “i NEED THIS love in MY life 🥹❤️

HEY SO IM NOT GONNA UPDATE THIS BOOK BECAUSE I SWEAR ITS SO GOOD.

Woah okay. That’s kind of eerie. okay I low-key take that back with Camille 🫰

That manipulative bitch.

Honestly ive never really BEEN fond of camille. I swear she thinks she’s so much better than everyone

okay knowing that this book has a part 2 ish is nice🤍. I feel like it was a bit of a empty ending in book 1

Nvm he’s alive! 😀

Cas died ☹️💌

“You idiot girl.” She groaned and hunkered down as she began to push, pushing around the contractions, pushing past the pain, pushing the baby free. Her voice was low and grating, like metal skidding down a cliff. “This is not your father’s son.”
My stomach lurched. “What?” YEAH WHAT????

So u quite literally just threw 12 innocent girls under the bus for ur own entertainment?? What in the fuck?

I don’t know what to believe. So she isn’t behind the sisters killings? But only killed their mom?

Oh my god. She murdered their MOM? WHAT THE

Morella being evil actually would make a lot of sense. Her son would be the actual heir. But the other girls dying before doesn’t really make sense

Shut the front door. Cas not being real would be my last straw

Oh my god fishers been dead for weeks . THAT IS HORRIFYING

I love the fact that it’s not a man but a woman

GUYS I SWEAR the first thing u learn from scoping do is TO NOT SPLIT UP

I was about twenty steps up when something grazed my hair, a phantom caress that jerked me to a stop.
“Dance with me,” whispered a soft voice just behind my ear.
“Cassius?” I called out. Had he decided to come up too, rather than wait on the light?
“Yes?” His voice came from below me, in the center of the shaft.
Gripping the railing, I waved my other hand around in the dark. What IN THE WORLD

If the balls aren’t real then how does that explain them going through the doors with fisher and gettin ready

“Annaleigh,” Cassius murmured as a small figure glided by me.
Verity was waltzing, her steps graceful and far surer than I’d ever seen them in real life. I fell back on the bed to keep her from running into me. As she passed through a beam of moonlight, she turned and smiled at me.
Her eyes were open. Wide open and pitch-black, weeping dark, oily tears. This is so eerie

foot. Had she been in the arms of a handsome consort, the pose would have been stunning. But with no one supporting her weight, she looked abnormal.
Unnatural.
Possessed. Okay this just got so much weirder

her. My mouth fell open, as though icy water had been thrown over me, snapping me to my senses.
She was dancing.
In the middle of the room.
Not with anyone but also not entirely by herself.
Her arms were out, positioned as if resting on a phantom partner. The silk of her gown trailed after her like a ghost as she spun around the room. Her eyes were shut tight, a beatific smile on her lips. Was she sleeping?

. The floor was thick with their repugnant bodies. There were thousands of them. They crawled on me,

into my shoes EEEEEEHHHH

The punch was made of blood. Stop STOP THATS SO DISGUSTING