Avina St. Graves

To the girls who think that the grim reaper will fuck like a god.

“You cannot run from me, because I will catch you. You cannot hide from me, because I will find you. I have smelt your scent, let it linger on my skin, you are imprinted in my memory. You are mine, Lilith. There is nothing you can do to escape me.”

“You look beautiful in your bed. But you are utterly breathtaking in mine.”

“When my dark storm summons me with the promise of letting me taste her, I come.”

“I have longed for the taste of you, and now that I have it, I will never know another. When I fuck you, there won’t be any candles. It won’t be in a dream. When I claim you, it will be on my terms. But it will not be tonight.”

never thought I would find a woman such as her; a woman who can gaze upon death and bring him to his knees. The sight of her, the smell of her, the taste of her, she has made death himself come alive.

Letum’s rather aggressive shove to get me onto my feet was like getting water poured on my face to wake up in the morning: it feels like shit, but you’re definitely awake now.

I’ve stopped mourning the girl that I once was and everything in my life that came before the accident. I won’t say I’ve healed, but I’m on the path to recovery, and I think that’s what really matters.

it isn’t his fingers I’m imagining in my mouth, but his cock

No one can escape death.

Me? I’m chasing it.

I’m an empty woman with a heart that never truly beats.