Nikki *STFU I’m Reading* Smith > Recent Status Updates

And here we go again! 😍😍😍

OMG THIS BOOK!! It’s 400 shades of fucked up.... and I’m enjoying every freaking second of it..
tick tock..

A malevolent presence lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to feed. My Dolly, sinister and cruel.

He moved beside me, looked down at me and said, “Tick tock.”
Laughing, I struck.
I shot.
He stabbed.
He fired.
Side by side.
Piling up the flesh.
Over and over again...

Dolly killing, a laugh pouring from her pink lips and crimson blood coating her fragile hands . . . . . . I could imagine nothing more beautiful in this or any other world.

Every one of you will pay in the most painful way possible. To me, and to my Dolly, my Wonderland darlin’ . . . and there’ll be your blood and all the others’ blood pouring in rivers of penance..

I’d kill them all. I didn’t know how or when, but if they ever made her cry or took her the way they took me . . . . . . I would fucking end them all. And I knew that I’d enjoy it.

He was frightening when he got angry. It was like waiting for thunder during a storm; you knew it was coming, you knew it would make you jump, but you couldn’t know when it was going to erupt...

“Broken people find beauty in chaos.”

My heart clenches painfully, like she’s dug her hand into my chest and gripped that muscle whole.

I like seeing him stripped bare, reduced to a man reacting purely on instinct.

“There’s always going to be that one girl, Niko. The one that defies all logic and cages your interest without explanation. You’ll do anything for her.”

Leaving me to wonder why a man that got away with murder was terrified of the man I was having dinner with...

..it was never going to be enough, as if I were drowning, sucked into an abyss. Without this woman, I was nothing..

The terror of dying had vanished—now I prayed for it...

“Every man has a woman out there ready to drop him to his knees.”

“What?” He chuckled, “You’ve never heard anyone say the word fuck before?”
"No, I’ve heard it before,” I responded. I’d just never FELT the word before.

"Share your life with someone who is going to make you face your storms, not hide from them."

Except it wasn’t a movie—we were the event. I was equally disgusted and electrified by it all.

All else was forgotten for the sake of the moment, the need for her, the lust. The raw desire to watch her come undone due to my actions overwhelmed all thoughts of the turmoil ahead of us.

"When you look at me like that,” I said softly, “it’s like I’m looking at your soul, and you’re looking into mine. You make me feel like I’m worth something when you look at me like that.”

That nasty, evil part of me who could snap a guy’s neck and fuck his girlfriend afterwards told me to fucking lie to her and get her naked.

I tried watching for any signs of ships, or land, or a fucking sea turtle I could strap a note to, but there was nothing..

How the fuck was I going to survive with this annoying, smoking hot bitch that I simultaneously wanted to fuck and kill?

My type was more likely to cost me a little cash, but at least I knew where I stood, and I didn’t have to call them later or buy them any fucking flowers.

“Baby? You awake?” “Nope.” “Are you ignoring me?” “I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, ain’t I?”

“They tear us open coming out and then their sweet faces put us back together.”

Life happened, and then happened some more, and kept happening until you were so caught up in life itself that you forgot to actually live it.

On the one hand, he wanted to fuck her, and on the other, he wanted to save her. Were both possible? Or was one going to cancel out the other?