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THAT’S CRAZY

what the fuck? 😭 eight hours a day? sir 💀

🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ this girl

girl pls don’t give me second hand embarrassment already 😭😭

He points to his head, then his chest. "This part's starving," he says, tapping his temple. "And this part's drowning." His hand lingers over his heart for a moment, his eyes clouding with something dark and distant.

Victor took a deep breath, steadying himself.

And then he pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. A page from the battered paperback, the lines blacked out except for five words.

Catch me if you can.

part 4 (judgment day) done

part 3 (ascension) done

Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. “He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.”

Eli clean the blood from his hand.

“No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”

addie larue???

part 2 (revelation) done

Eli’s so opportunistic and self-serving you’ve got to admire it 😂

The first time Dr.Haverty cut out Eli’s heart, he thought he might finally die. The doctor held it up for him to see before cutting it free, and for a fraction of a second Eli‘s pulse faltered, failed, the equipment screamed. But by the time Haverty set the heart in its sterile tray, there was a new one already beating in Eli‘s open chest.

finally 🙂‍↔️ i missed my second husband

“We’ve had a good run,” she whispered in his ear as the anger and hurt and hatred rose like heat.

She let it all out.

“How’s Marcus?” asked Bethany. “I hope you’re keeping him on a leash.”

“Oh,” she said, sipping her champagne, “he’d never cheat.”

“What makes you so sure?” asked Teresa.

Marcella met Marcus’s eyes across the roof.

“Because,” she said, raising her glass, “he knows I’d kill him first.”

They fit together perfectly.
A matching set.

this would be cute if he wasn’t a cheating asshole

part I (genesis) done - i love marcella already

A few moments later she heard the soft scrape of furniture, the sound of Victor rising, the soft tread of his own steps as he passed her door, and closed his own.

He hadn’t been asleep, she realized.

Victor had simply been waiting for Syd to come home. 🥹

“I said I’d take then.” Victor leaned forward. “I never said anything about payment.”

Jones laughed, a humorless, feral sound, taken up in a chorus by his men. “If you were planning to rob me, you could have at least brought a gun.”

“Oh, I did,” said Victor, holding out his hand. Slowly, as if performing a trick, he curled three of his fingers in leaving his thumb up and his index extended.

the thought of Victor at a strip club is so funny to me 😂

Once he’d come home with blood on his hands and she’d fucked him right there on the marble island, the metal shaft of his gun still in his holster, the steel hard against her ribs.

People thought Marcella loved her husband in spite of his work. The truth was she loved him because of it.

Looking at him then Alice was reminded of a line from The Greek anthology, a text. Grimes had asked her to mine for language puzzles, but which Alice had lingered over much longer than she should have, astonished by its beauty. She gazed that Peter and thought, I wish I were the night, so that I might watch your sleep with 1000 eyes.

She could always tell when people were talking about him; it was comical, really, the way her ears perked at any mention of his name. She knew his laughter from across the hall. She would have known it from the other end of the world.

<spoiler> Eli rested the blade carefully beneath Victor’s ribs.

“Good-bye, Victor,” he said.

And then he drove the knife in.</spoiler>

“You can’t kill me, Victor,” said Eli. “You know that.”

Victor’s smile widened as he buried his knife between Eli’s ribs.

“I know,” he said loudly. He had to speak up over the screams. “But you’ll have to indulge me. I’ve waited so long to try.”

“She’d told her to go somewhere safe. And over the course of last week, safe had ceased to be a place for Sydney, and had become a person.

Specifically, safe had become Victor.”

Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

“You’re not going to kill me today.”

He turned to face her, wrapped his hands, now empty, around her back, and pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear.

“One of these days, Serena,” he whispered, “you’re going to forget to say that.”

She tensed in his grip, and knew that he could feel it, but when she answered, her voice was even, light.

“Not today.”