Wow
I was just reading Monsters in the Dark series... the second one to be exact... and it’s just WOW.
Most beautiful violent and amazing story.
I was hot and bothered. I was horrified. I was confused. I was heartwarming. And I was crying my eyes out.
I can’t even think straight right now.
“It was always you, Gabriel.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, as if his soul was begging to be joined to hers.“It was always you, Julianne. Only you.”
“He can do whatever he wants with me. He can stab me with a knife and I’ll be lying on the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood.”
My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent
SLEEPY HOLLOW, dir. Tim Burton (1999)
“But I guess I should know better by now, shouldn’t I? No one can control you. No one can bind you by rules or put you in a box or rein you in. You’re Salem. You’re probably why they name hurricanes and natural catastrophes after girls like you.”
My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent
“I hate that I had to be hurt to realize a lot of shit.”
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Every time when I start a new book series I told myself “Honey. Darling. Sweetie. You don’t need this. Don’t do this to yourself.”
Me: “Nah. It’s okay. I can handle.”
Also me after five fucking incredible books of mentioned series: end up cuddling in the corner of my room with red eyes from crying and lack of sleep surrounded with used tissues in a total book hangover and emotionally unstable.
... mentally planning to start it all over again.
“My stupid, shriveled little heart felt like it was reaching for everything he was… and that I was not.”
When You Came Back To Me by Emma Scott
“The sight of Julia’s sudden and intense arousal hit him sharply, not just in his own heightened state of excitement, but emotionally as well. She’d never looked at him this way before, all anxious and animated, as if no one had ever touched her before.
Gabriel rumbled slightly in his chest at the thought. He motioned to her with his eyes to come in for a kiss, and he melded his lips to hers, caressing her breasts more forcefully and trailing a thumb against the nubs that began to poke through her shirt. Julia gasped in pleasure into his mouth, and that spurred him on further. Soon he was groaning against her lips and pressing their bodies more tightly together.
More! his body ordered him. Closer. Faster. Tighter. More. More. More.”
Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard
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