The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance

“I choose you,” I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the way his eyes devour my chest. He’s starving, and I want to be his offering. I’d willingly be his sacrifice. Make me yours.

“Everything matters when it comes to you,”

she’s the only woman I’ll ever need.

If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her.

“It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.”

My wife could tell me that she wanted to burn the world, and I’d be proud to watch her burn it down to nothing but ashes. In my eyes, she could do no wrong.

I miss my wife, but I’m not going to sit around and cry about it. I’m going to make people bleed until I find her.

Until she’s back in my arms, I’m going to burn every person that helped take her from me.

I’m going to burn the fucking city down. That’s how far I’m willing to go.

When you’ve been starving for affection all your life, you’ll accept the least amount of effort given and turn it into something it isn’t.