This isn’t a romance. You’re not a damsel in distress and I’m not the handsome prince come to save you.
Once upon a time, Caleb held me captive in the dark, now he used it to seduce me.
He had told her he wasn’t Prince Charming, but what he hadn’t said, was he wished he could be.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.
Some stories aren’t black and white.
I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging.
Live for me, Kitten. Be all those things you’d never be with me. Go to school. Meet a normal boy and fall in love. Forgive me. It’s time for you to go, Kitten. Time for us both, to go.
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.
I was not crying – eyes water. I think we all know I’m a badass and I don’t cry. – Caleb.
I’m done being the damsel in distress. I don’t need anyone to save me.
Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.
Softly, he inhales and exhales as we kiss. He never stops kissing me; he simply continues to steal my breath, returning it to me only when he’s infused it with his essence. Pure lust lives inside him. Every breath I take should come from his lungs.
My name is Kitten and my master is gone. What could possibly be more important?
Dealing with Caleb was all about perspective. You couldn’t appreciate his kindness until you’d felt his cruelty.
I can’t keep you, Livvie. Stop trying to make me.
Misery I understand. Happiness is terrifying. – Caleb.