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.

Don’t go putting labels on me. See, what I gather about love is that it’s noble, tender, and means if you love someone enough, you may have to let them go. Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”

“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me, after all?” I poke.
“Oh, baby. Not even after death.”

“How about my perspective then? You’re the one who keeps my demons at bay, the one who makes me look forward to new days. You’re the only red in my black-and-white world. You’re my fucking purpose, but he hurt you. He put his hands on what belongs to me. On my girl.”

That’s what Dad calls me. Little princess

What is it, little princess?”