H. D. Carlton

Daya, c'est déjà difficile de nos jours de trouver un homme qui sache baiser correctement. Tu penses que je vais en plus un homme qui tuera en mon honneur ? C'est mignon.

Ce que toi, ainsi que tous les pauvres enfoirés qui oseraient ne serait-ce que regarder dans sa direction allez apprendre, c'est que personne n'est à l'abri lorsqu'il s'agit d'elle. Je me fiche que tu aies simplement respiré de travers dans sa direction, tu vas crever.

« C’est un maigre prix à payer alors qu’elles nous offrent quelques chose d’aussi inestimable chaque jour. Et si on me le demandait, je dirais que je n’en suis pas digne, mais je suis un connard égoïste alors je l’accepte tout de même. »
J’ignore comment, mais je sait exactement de quoi il parle .
De l’amour.

« Fuck it. I don't want to save her. I want to fucking take her. I will steal her from my brother, right out from his tiny hands and keep her to myself.
I will show her what it's like to be with a real man. A man that truly does treat her like a queen. Someone that will cater to her every desire, treat her body like it's my most prized possession, and show her a happiness she doesn't know exists yet. »

« I was so desperate for love and human connection that I fell for all his bullshit. Even when there were people literally shoving the facts down my throat. And all I did was spit them back in their face. »

Coupled with the looming storm in the background, Parsons Manor looks like a scene out of a horror film. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, unable to stop the smile from forming on my face. I love that. I can’t explain why, but I do. Fuck what my mother says. I’m living here. I’m a successful writer and have the freedom to live anywhere. So, what if I decide to live in a place that means a lot to me? That doesn’t make me a lowlife for staying in my hometown. I travel enough with book tours and conferences; settling down in a house won’t change that. I know what the fuck I want, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about it. Especially mommy dearest.

'You and I will never end, little mouse. Even when we’re six feet under, and our bones are dust, I will haunt your soul until it aches to be free of me. And then, I will hold you tighter.'
[…]
'I don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.'

'I’ve followed you through lifetimes, Adeline. My soul needs you so badly that I’ve become a shadow, destined to hunt you for eternity.'

'What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.'
[…]
'I don’t think you know what love is,' I whisper.
He grunts with amusement. 'I don’t think anyone does, baby. Love is an enigma, and it’s redefined every time someone says it.'

Ce que tu vois à présent, c'est ce que je vois tous les jours. Peu importe à quel point je m'enfuis, à quel point j'essaie de t'échapper, tu es partout où je vais. Tu es tout ce que je vois, T’aimer est comme être piégé dans un palais des glaces, petite souris. Et je ne me suis jamais senti autant chez moi qu'en étant à ce point perdu en tol.

Laisse moi te sentir tomber amoureuse

Je ne te lâcherai jamais Adeline, ça n'arrivera jamais

Je ne te tuerai pas petite souris, je veux te garder

Je vais la faire tomber amoureuse de chaque partie tordue de mon être. Je veux que cette fille me voit dans mon état le plus dépravé

-Comment tu te définis?
[…]
-Comme une manipulatrice hors pair.
[…]
-Pourquoi?
[…]
-Parce que je manipule les émotions des gens avec mes mots quand ils lisent mes livres.

Avec l'orage qui menace en arrière- plan, le manoir Parsons ressemble à une scène sortie tout droit d'un film d'horreur. J'aspire ma lèvre inférieure entre mes dents, incapable de retenir le sourire qui se forme sur mon visage.
J'adore ça.

- " Est-ce que tu as peur ?"
- "Oui"
- "Tu devrais." Dit-il, la voix teintée de danger .( Page 458)

« 𝐔𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐞́𝐦𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐞𝐬 𝐞̂𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞̂𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞́𝐬 𝐥‘𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐥’𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐞. »

Et la raison pour laquelle je re harcèle, petite souris, c'est parce que je le veux. Tout ce que je fais dans la vie, c'est mon choix. Je choisis mes principes moraux. Je choisis ceux qui valent la peine d'être sauvés et ceux qui méritent d'être tués. Et je te choisis.

- "He never got over you [...]he blabbered on about how he hasn't been able to think of anyone else since. How every day, he would picture you showing back up in the store. I guess, in a way, he's been looking for you since you left, even if it was him that made you disappear.
- "He barely knew me,"
- "At one point in our lives, we don't know our soulmates at all. But that doesn't make them any less of one. Sometimes... sometimes you just know."

« Abusers don't only manipulate their victims, but they get off on making other's believe that they're upstanding people.
They trick them into thinking that they would never hurt a fly, so when accusations come to the surface, they're considered outrageous. »

« River has a striking beauty, unlike anything I've seen.
Her golden eyes and tanned skin are ethereal, but it's not just the features of her face but the manner in which she holds herself. She walks with her spine straight and her chin high. She speaks with her head slightly tilted down, looking up at you through angled brows and long lashes, making you feel like she's looking into you instead of at you. »

« My eyes slide toward him again. Sometimes it feels like getting too close to a black hole. He sucks you in, body and soul, with no chance of escape while he destroys every last bit of you. »