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.

Unless we have a competition with them, we don’t tread into each other’s waters.

He’s probably thinking about killing me, but I’m coming again.

If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”

New resolution—always be in a position to feel her pulse, because that beautiful fucker never lies

“I hate you.”

“Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” He pretends to study his surroundings. “See? None.”