“Him. Lionel. Did she ever love him, I wonder? All the attention and favoritism… did it ever endear her to him? Or did she spend our childhood trapped in a different sort of box, always pretending, surviving?- Lavina Lucia on her thoughts of her Sister”
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Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue
“Being loved by a psycho like Nick Bruin might mean hurting sometimes, but there are some advantages to knowing he’ll never let me go.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“I’ve hit a lot of rock bottoms, but this time I must have rolled my sorry ass into a trench. “Get up.” I let my hand fall away, squinting to see Nick’s figure in my doorway. Get… up? “Worst idea you ever had,” I say, voice rough as gravel. “And that’s saying a lot.” - Remy to Nick” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“Anything you want… She has to know that by now. I’d kill for her, die for her, burn this whole fucking city to the ground for her.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“Remy’s always had this way of kissing me. It’s not just his tongue and greedy lips, or the way his hands grab two big handfuls of my ass as he slams me up against the wall. It’s something distinctly spiritual, like he’s gathering me up into his own gravity, consuming me, body and soul.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue
“Being loved by a psycho like Nick Bruin might mean hurting sometimes, but there are some advantages to knowing he’ll never let me go.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“I’ve hit a lot of rock bottoms, but this time I must have rolled my sorry ass into a trench. “Get up.” I let my hand fall away, squinting to see Nick’s figure in my doorway. Get… up? “Worst idea you ever had,” I say, voice rough as gravel. “And that’s saying a lot.” - Remy to Nick” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“Anything you want… She has to know that by now. I’d kill for her, die for her, burn this whole fucking city to the ground for her.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue, Dukes of Peril
“Remy’s always had this way of kissing me. It’s not just his tongue and greedy lips, or the way his hands grab two big handfuls of my ass as he slams me up against the wall. It’s something distinctly spiritual, like he’s gathering me up into his own gravity, consuming me, body and soul.” ― Angel Lawson, Samantha Rue
