"He's not fucking Italian. There's no chance for you and him."
Nicolas took a step toward the open front door, apparently done with this conversation.
Frustration swelled in my chest and the words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.
"Who said I'm thinking about marriage?"
He halted, his dark gaze practically assaulting me. Wrong thing to say.
I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box."
I swallowed.
"And I do not. Fucking. Bluff."
He slammed the door behind him.
Playing with fire is an absolute rush
"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is untill you put her in hot water."
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
Anything that stops your breath can't be good for you.
Light scruff covered his jaw, and his hair was as dark as his suit, the top thick and messy. He was intimidating, with a heavy presence and a glare that burned, but when he wore a soft, sober expression like now.. he didn't even have to look at me to make me burn.
He glanced over and caught my gaze. "You've got to work on that stating My pulse fluttered in my throat, and warmth rushed to my face. His eyes fell to my cheeks.
And then he did something I never expected. Maybe it was from disbelief, or maybe he thought I was ridiculous. I didn't know, and I didn't care. He laughed. Softly, darkly. The kind of laugh that has no good intentions. The kind of laugh the walls don't forget.
🖤
"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust."
-John Webster
What's his name?
Oscar something. God, I'm hungry for pretzels now."
"What does he do for your papa?"
She frowned. "I don't know. Kind of a creep, though. He's always all over Elena."
I let out a dry breath. "Who isn't?" They greeted her at church like she was Mother Mary.
"True, but she doesn't care about any of them. My sister is in love."
My gaze narrowed. "She's what?"
"In love."
Something dark and unwanted slithered through my veins.
Before wasting yourself for an ungrateful person
remember
Love isn't earned, it's given.
I was a moth moving toward the flame, untill I stood close enough for my wings to ignite.
"You know what pisses me off?" His tone was dark, but somehow it only awoke a thrill beneath my skin.
I knew the answer to this question.
"Assuming?"
I focused on the TV, pretending not to care about what he was doing, but my heart faltered when he moved close behind me. I held my breath as he slowly set the remote back in my lap, and then right at the hollow behind my ear, he whispered, "Smart girl."
A shiver ran down my neck, but then he left with a parting word.
"Don't fucking do it again."
🖤✨
Warmth spilled into my chest, like I'd just gotten away with playing with fire. I wanted to do it again. Was this how people became addicts?
"There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours and the truth."
"A flash of anger had pulsed in my chest from my cousin's disrespect, and, oddly enough, burned even hotter at the fact he was threatening the Sweet Abelli. The annoying feeling rushed over me that only I could threaten her- so I fucking shot him and watched the blood splatter against Elena's white dress."
"We have not met," I said firmly.
He cocked a brow in a cavalier way. "You sure? Here I was under the impression you had me all figured out."
My heart fluttered so fast it couldn't be healthy. I had no idea what to say because he was right. This interaction wasn't doing anything to prove he wasn't who I thought he was all along, however.
He smothered an absent hand down his tie. "Do you know what assuming gets you?"
"killed?" I breathed.
"smart girl." the words were deep and soft.
🖤(*giggling)
"A warm rush of recognition ran down my spine as I met his heavy gaze.
Light brown eyes, the color of whiskey on ice, and thick, dark lashes."
(I love eyes description 🖤🤎)
"Then you consider them my guests.
I do not ask permission of you-of anyone- to bring guests into my own home."
"Xaden--" Ulices starts.
"or did you forget that this is my house?" Xaden tilts his head to the side and stares at them in the same way Sgaeyl studies prey.
"My life is tethered to Violet's, so if you want me in that fucking chair, you'll accept her."
Ulices's skin blotches while I feel the blood rushed from mine.
His chair.The empty one. He's the seventh.
Holy shit. I knew this was his house, of course, but it never really registered. This is all Xaden's. No noble has claimed the duchy of Aretia-. They all think the land is ruined, or worse - cursed. It's all his.
"What have you done?" Carr shouts, running for us, his wispy hair flying in all directions as he lifts his hands. "You'll end us all, over who? People you've never met? I won't allow it!"
"Bodhi!" Xaden orders as Carr reaches Third Wing.
Fire erupts from Carr's hands, streaming toward the dais, and my stomach drops.
Time seems to slow as Bodhi steps forward and twists his hand like he's turning a dial.
The fire dies, extinguishing like it was never there and leaving Carr staring at his hands.
"You taught us well, Professor," Bodhi says, holding his hand in place. "Maybe a little too well."
Damn.
"He can counter signets," Xaden tells me.
Well that's fucking terrifying.
فاصلہ دیو ہوتا ہے۔ سارے تعلق کھا جاتا ہے۔ پیار کا، دل کا، دوستی کا، رشتوں کا۔
~آب حیات
"You want to know something true? Something real? I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I'm grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won't have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I'll meet Malek at your side. It's a damned good thing that you love me, too, because you're stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow."
🖤
submitted by
uploaded by
profile:
Sorry! Ap apne item ya profile ko report nahi kar saktey, na hi apne ap ko block kar saktey hain