God of Malice: A Dark College Romance

Manifesting the ability to punch people on the internet.

When I’m dead, bury me facedown so the world can kiss my ass.

“How did Dad fall in love with you, Mum?”

“I don’t know and I don’t think he has the answer to that either. Love can’t be forced or explained, it just happens, Glyn.”

“Why are you so interested in joining our club?”

“Isn’t that where all the cool kids go?”

“Nice try, but no, it obviously isn’t your scene.”

“Because I’m a girl?”

“And a nerd and a scaredy-cat and an introvert. You name it.”

“I…can change.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why would you change? You’re fine the way you are.”

No wonder they say the quiet ones are the kinkiest.

He’ll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he’ll never love me.
And I will always want him to.

Killian kisses the top of my head and before I can backpedal, he says the words that go straight to my heart. “I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”

“No, I mean, Cherry said if I choose someone else you’ll never touch me again.”
“That applies to everyone else but you. Listen carefully, baby. I’ll never let you go.”

I love it when she glares. It’s my Glyndon’s love language.

but she’s the closest thing to an angel I’ve ever seen.
My own angel.