Rina Kent

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

Manifesting the ability to punch people on the internet.

I kicked Aiden in the balls.

I kicked Aiden fucking King in the balls.

Power isn’t about winning. It’s about never losing.

“I’ll worship each of your scars until you’re able to face them, Lenochka.”

No wonder they say the quiet ones are the kinkiest.

“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.”

“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.”

What. The. Fuck?

I’m going to kill this bastard. How dare he look at Bran—my fucking twin brother—like he’s his next bitch?

My. Fucking. Brother.

The Landon King’s identical twin.

“Don’t call you what? Baby?”

“Nikolai!”