Make it so he can’t live without you. The devil you know.” I felt her growing inside me, bringing with her the insane idea that I actually wielded power with Caleb.

This isn’t a romance. You’re not a damsel in distress and I’m not the handsome prince come to save you.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety – like light – is a façade. Underneath, the whole world is drenched in darkness. The only...

I was not crying – eyes water. I think we all know I’m a badass and I don’t cry. – Caleb

Some stories aren’t black and white…

Monsters don’t born they made, but still monsters can love.

Somehow I’d still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.

It’s an ember forever burning in my heart. It’s a reminder Caleb will live forever.

His touch was simple, but specific, meant to show me he could be like a lover, gentle, intimate, but also that he was a man unaccustomed to hearing the word no. Yes. I understood. He...

I wanted to cry for wanting to cry.

His fingers caressed the column of my tense throat. I shivered in fear. I hated not being able to see what was happening, it forced me to feel everything.

I cried for a while, taking solace in the comforting lie of his embrace. The illusion, the fantasy, it helped. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his...

I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging

He was the monster that no one thought to look for in the light of day. It was a common mistake. People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out...

The only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close.

Like a Falcon, she needed the dark to understand who her master was. She would learn to trust him, to rely upon him, to anticipate what he wanted from her. And like any master with...

I’m in the process of becoming something else, Livvie. I hope it’s something good, something far removed from the monster you knew.

Like any author worth a shit – she parted with a piece of her soul.