Summaries

“Frankly, I’d rather be dead than be a panic-riddled recluse.”

When have we ever been able to let go of the things that hurt us most?

Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.

Touch her again, and I will tear your skull from your spine.

“The lack of you has stripped my world of color and made me realize you’re my sole light in the darkness.”

Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me.

“It's okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.”

"Please tell me you top the motherfucker."

"Isn't it mad that I find peace in a monster?"

“You’re mine, not anyone else’s, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.”