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"You're the strongest woman I know. But even strong people need someone in their corner. Let me be that for you. The world is against you, Pendragon. You think Kage is the man to stand by your side? So be it, if thats's who you ultimately pick. But look at me. Really take a good fucking look. Because I'm the one standing here, right now, begging you to let me be with you. Not Tanaka. Me."

🤭😌

This kinda felt out of character for her not gonna lie..

"Don't push me. We have a balance going on right now, but all of that can change."
"Balance? You mean when you take my blood? Right. Really balanced. Completely normal. Just your average relationship."
She shook her head angrily. "How about this? I'll talk to whoever I want to and I'll go wherever I want to and you stay the fuck away from me except when it's little doggy's feeding time."

she's such a baddie🤭

So ready for this one

Some people enter our lives not simply to be loved, but to change the way we understand love. Beverly was one of those. Without her, nothing added up. And so I chose her -again and again, in every version of time. I chose her in the past, I chose her in the present, and I would choose her in the future. In every tomorrow, in every unknown, in every possibility the world could offer.

😭😭😭

“This,” I said, nodding toward the studio, “is what I bought.”
Her mouth parted. Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“I’m not married.” I said before she could spiral further. “But if I ever were… It’d be you. And this would be yours.”

THIS MAN🥺😭

no no no no

His shadow never stayed long enough to warm my soul, but I held onto it, pretending it was enough.

☹️

I should have felt something, anything - excitement, nerves, anticipation. But all I felt was the same tightness in my chest.
I knew the truth: I could let a dozen boys flirt with me, could let them touch my hand, kiss my lips, whisper my name.
But they would never be him.

And in that moment I realized I would never love anything the way I loved Beverly.
Not in this life.
Not in the next.
Not in any version of myself that could have ever existed.

🥺🦋

And besides, when I pictured a girl tangled up in my sheets, she didn’t have brown hair. She had blonde hair. Blue eyes. And a name I couldn’t say without feeling like I was bleeding from the inside out.

This man YEARNS

“You’re the best person,” she corrected, a wobbly smile breaking through the tears. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

🥺🥺

“I didn’t know she was yours! I’m sorry!” Jordan’s previously eloquent tone has withered to a pathetic nasally plea. “I swear I didn’t touch her!”
Mr. Caed pounds the heel of his bloody hand against his temple, seemingly glitched by Jordan’s words. “Don’t… you fucking … speak of her.”

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How do you tell someone you don't love them -not because they are unworthy of love or haven't tried hard enough, but because someone else has already taken that place in your heart? How do you shape something so cruel into words that won't leave scars behind?

The writing is so beautiful

'For everyone who loves with a heart that bruises easily but beats boldly'

🥺🥺🥺

You know it's bad when I have to start reading a smutty trashy romantasy because my other current read is too disturbing 😬

This is moving sooo slow

The random disturbing sentences throughout the long paragraphs about clothing are completely throwing me off

He literally just casually said he masturbates to women being drilled to pieces by a jackhammer and then immediately moves on 😶

He was deliberately trying to provoke me. Well it’d worked. He’d triggered something so primal, so possessive inside of me that I could barely keep it under control. Kage turned to say something to Pendragon and I saw his eyes linger over her cleavage. I wanted to stab his fucking eyes out for even daring to look. How could he look at her like that when she so obviously belonged to me?

😩😩🤭

“Don’t do what? Come near you? Why not? When it’s obvious you want me to. Why can’t you admit it?
“In your wildest dreams, Drakharrow. Not every woman on earth wants you.”
“Not every woman, no. But you do.” He smirked.

I love their banter sm🤭

Mine, he had said. Mine.
Medra Pendragon was mine. And I was prepared to die before I let any harm come to her. It didn’t matter if she believed it. If she accepted it. I’d believe it enough for the both of us. She was mine and she always would be.
“She’s not yours,” I hissed.

😩

He looked at me for a long moment, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was going to laugh again. If he did, I’d punch him in the face, I decided. No matter what he did to me after that, it would be worth it.

I like her sm

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was cold.
“I didn’t ask for your protection. I can take care of myself.”
“It’s not protection, little dragon. It’s a claim.” His grey eyes darkened as they flicked down my exposed neck.
“You’re mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”

I forgot how much I like a possessive man 🤭

A Blake POV?? Consider me invested 😌

Blake Drakharrow was beautiful in a way I didn't want to admit. In a way that made my blood simmer and my mind spin with confusion. How could someone so vile be so compelling?

I just keep imagining Draco Malfoy and I can't stop 😭

"You want to be able to fight alongside highbloods one day, don't you, Medra?"
I stared back at him. Fight alongside highbloods? No. Fight against highbloods? Absolutely fucking yes. And to do that, I needed to know what they knew. I needed to get as strong as I could.
"Of course I do," I lied. "Absolutely. Yes."

She's kinda funny honestly, and cunning. Definitely.

This feels so different from what I’m used to in fantasy/romantasy and I don’t quite know yet if it’s a good or a bad thing

“I have lived a lifetime in death -a cold existence in an endless void. Never feeling. Never knowing the warmth of touch. Every unfulfilling breath a suffocating remember of how hollow I’d become. It wasn’t until you came along and cast the ray of light that I felt a pulse of life. A pull that I couldn’t resist. Don’t ever hesitate to touch me, Lilia. You’re the only one who can.”

🥺🥺🥺

“Why are you fighting it?”
“You know damn well.” He stepped closer, backing me against the wall. “I’m not one of your goddamn classmates, Lilia. I’m your professor. Your future will be destroyed. You’d be kicked out and sent home to whatever life you were living, and I’d be here, hating the fact that I fucked you up.”
“That’s only if we get caught.” I whispered.

THIS WOMAN 😩

I sipped my overpriced latte, looking like every other student hustling to class, the lid of my cup marked with the lipstick I’d made a point to wear. Because I wasn’t every other student. I was the one who’d given her professor a bj and carried his check for five grand in her bag. And he wasn’t like any professor I’d ever known, either.

Periodddd😩