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I don’t need your grace.' ‘So stay out of my head.’
He raised a brow. ‘Simply wondering what has such a frown marring that lovely face. Besides … your guilt makes you vulnerable. It’s when your shield is weakest. I learned that a long time ago.’
‘My guilt means I haven’t turned into a monster.’
Another lie in an ever-growing list.
Will bristled, a muscle flickering in his broad jaw. ‘Like me,’ he finished coolly.

"guiled him with your beauty, persuaded him to spill all his secrets, then destroyed his bar.’ He glanced at her beer- and blood-stained clothes. ‘Incredible.’

‘You’re insufferable.’

‘So I’ve been told. The feeling is mutual, Aya love.’

Because three years of working side by side in the Queen’s Tría – the rank reserved for the Crown’s three most trusted Dyminara – wasn’t enough to thaw the bitterness between them.

"— Si je suis d’humeur massacrante demain parce que j’aurai passé la nuit dans un jean plus serré que l’intervalle entre tes sautes d’humeur, ce sera uniquement de ta faute !"

C'était drôle

Ooof très Wattpad lol

“Yet if I deny what I’m capable of I’m a coward.”

I turned to him then.
“You don’t need to deny anything to be that”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“I think a lot of things of you.”

“Anything of endearment?”

“All of them.” My fist flexed. “Like how I would love for you to open that damn door so I can stab you”

The bastard smiled.“I shouldn’t find that attractive”

lol that's fun considering all that happened

Getting there !! I've been reading slowlyyy

Forgot to update, oops, I love this story and the writing !
A little snippet :

"Winter crept in slowly.

The flowers in the gardens wilted and withered, their rose blushes fading into dry browns. Sheets of ice hardened over the palace’s curving artificial creeks. Flimsy gauze dresses were swapped for thick, luxurious coats made of silver-white fox fur and wolfskin."

“Did he hurt you?”

.“Not physically, no.”

“Please don’t brush off whatever happened because he didn’t leave bruises on your body. Bruises you can’t see can hurt just as much as the ones you can.”

Her eyes lift cautiously to mine, showing me unshed tears. “They hurt a little less when I’m with you,” she whispers. “Thank you for being my friend, Garrett. I think I really needed you.”

"I wish I were there to have this talk with her in person. Her first instinct is always to run, and mine is to hug. All I want to do is wrap her in my arms and promise her there’s another side to whatever happened, an ending where she’s able to move past it and stop letting it impact her life the way it does."

Listen, there is a certain amount of smut in this, but also nice dialogues & healthy talks, we love nuance

They only just met ?? This is an historical romance they should have at least interacted earlier haha

Oh no, the future love interest is 14, and he just insinuated that seeing his "teacher" (the MC) with a bare chest evoked a "feeling" in him... ehhh not sure about that luv

I don’t mince my words. “You look like shit.”

He shrugs and slides into his usual seat, his brows tugging together as he glances at Oli’s empty seat. When he scrubs a hand over his face, his knuckles are bloodied and dirty too. “I don’t give a shit.”

Stellar discussion

Sloan appeared to be cut from the same cloth as Tyghan—an annoying wool that was hot and scratchy. He always had a single brow raised in disdain."

Tyghan is the love interest haha

"A Void-born immortal shouldn’t be capable of such terror-hollowed eyes.

Much less for her.

He was afraid. Afraid to send her out alone. That made sense, didn’t it? From a logical standpoint: they were partners, their fates hinging on each other’s survival. Yet logic didn’t fit the fierce crease of his brow. Desperation whispered in the brush of his thumb across her cheek."

Love this monster romance

"Cottage life can get lonely. Having company has been… nice.”
Fi stopped herself right there. Not another word, or she’d combust.
She sweltered all the same, when Antal smiled.

Not a smirk. Not any of the goading grins she’d parried during their sparring earlier. It came on slow. As if Antal, too, were testing the feel on his lips.

He smiled like a slip of moonbeam through trees. [..]

Hehehe

I whispered into her hair, only for her.
“Return to me, Red.”
She leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I could tell she was aware of me now, how my body was aligned with hers. How we drew breath together, our chests heaving in tandem, the feel of my hands and the cadence of my voice, how they both held her tethered to me. It was greater than any prayer I could have uttered, any words I could have written in ink.

"When I returned to Wyndrift, the sky was dark as a plum. The first stars began to wink as the sun set westward, leaving a wake of fire on the river’s currents, as if the water was bleeding."

I love her writing

"He was quite enjoying this feeling of being feared. Respected. It had been a while since he had experienced it. ‘Why don’t I count to 10, Lorenzo?’ he said, indulgently. ‘And if you’ve made it past that fig tree by the time I turn around, I’ll let you live.’
Lorenzo was already running. He bolted across the garden, making it to the tree in 7 seconds."
I know we're supposed to mock the guy, but I'd be running too lol

Is this not a magnificent plan?”

“Oh, so this was your idea, Raven?”

The Second Guardian preened itself. “Naturally.” All the best ideas were, but it was far too modest to mention that.

Sure, far to modest to mention that lol

"The Eight Guardians of the Last Return, come to destroy the world.

The vision ends.

Now do you understand, Neema?"


We love a doomsday vision haha

"I wasn’t going to mate anyone I wasn’t madly in love with.

I meant it, too. Lennart was never more than a friend. But after my botched presentation, he was the only person who never looked at me with frustration or disappointment. His affection never wavered. And by the fourth time he asked me to mate him, I said yes."

Sounds like he's not going to be your love interest girl haha

"After all, the entire premise of colonialism relied on white supremacy, and the entire premise of spes phthisica maintained that only superior and civilized (read: white) people could become consumptive. Acknowledging that consumption was common among enslaved, colonized, and marginalized people would have undermined not just a theory of disease, but also the project of colonialism itself."

“Neema’s investigating Gaida’s murder. Katsan’s furious,”

“I’m not furious,” Katsan said, furious.

“They’re starting again,” Shal said.

Havoc had chosen a seven-foot staff, with a short blade at the tip.

“A pike,” Tala said. “Interesting choice.”

Neema bit her lip.

“Say it,” Cain whispered. “Say it, say it, say it.”

“Technically it’s a spontoon,” Neema blurted.

Cain clenched his fists in victory.

Lol

Easy to follow, the main character is interesting but I wonder if we will change POV with the next book

I heard it had yearning, so I'm here hehe

... my girl is doing crazy stuff.. but not in a good sense lol

There was an arch to her dry lips, a streak of life to her dark eyes. Like a film capturing a slow rebirth. She had the urge to lean into the sepia glass, ask: Who are you now?
Because there had been no trace of this girl months ago. Vampires might be a collection of a hundred faces, a hundred shifting emotions, but so were girls. Not because they were immortal but because they transformed at the faintest of changes.

“Don’t worry, just stay behind us. We’ll take the lead and handle this because it’s your first mission.” Patro winked. “Just observe and learn.”

Oh great, men making all the important decisions.

I was worried.

Looool

"I am aware, on some level, that six A.M. texts are well outside the boundaries of the housekeeper-and-homeowner relationship, but I picture his face upon being woken even earlier than usual—the offended red of his eyes and the black weight of his brows—and can’t help myself.
(...)
He doesn’t ask who it is, either because he has some spooky sixth sense or because he hasn’t given this number to anyone else."

Ok!

“Since when do you have a phone number? Or a phone?”

It’s difficult to pull off a really convincing sneer after giving a girl your number, but Arthur makes an admirable effort. “Just because I didn’t give you my number doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

Lol at both of them