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.

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.”

Brandon interrupts, “Can’t this be dealt with in a different way?”

“You mean instead of decapitating them, we cut them into pieces?” I say.

He winces. “No, I meant calling the police like actual civilized people?”

“Fuck the cops.”

“This is personal,” Landon says.

“Not sure if I should be glad or creeped out that you two are finishing each other’s sentences.” Brandon’s face is full of horror

He who laughs last laughs best, arsehole.

Landon: I’m good as the devil and just as handsome. Morning, Mum.

I smile, shaking my head. My oldest will never change.

Astrid: Morning, rascal, and seriously, where do you get all that arrogance?

Landon: Hello? Have you seen your husband? Pretty sure he’s behind the genes. Honorary mention to Uncle Aiden.