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.

“I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ll kiss you in the meantime.”

I stare at her for a beat and then smile. Jesus.

This girl is getting herself into big fucking trouble.

Because I want to keep talking to her.

And I don’t even like talking to people.

I want to own her, even though I have no fucking clue what owning people is all about.

As she watches the fireflies, I watch her.

You could’ve gotten some air within the property. Roaming around at night is dangerous, Glyndon.”

You have no idea how true that statement is.