LOGINQuote of the day: Sometimes, I wonder if my life would be better if I'd never met you. Reed isn't naturally a bad person, he wouldn't have turned out like this if he never met Rayne. Perhaps he would have obsessed over someone else or even gotten into a healthy relationship and had his own happy family. Who knows? Sometimes it's easier and less painful to just let go and move on. But a human heart is inherently selfish and wants what it wants even if it's destructive...
Amber “You can't take all the blame, we were all just puppets in Erlan's game but it’s not too late. We’re talking now. That means something. We can still—”He looked up at me then, and something in his eyes made my stomach drop.“It’s too late for me.”My heart stuttered painfully. “What do you me
Amber Erlan left the room without another word, the door closing behind him with a soft, almost polite click that felt obscene after everything he’d just confessed. The sound lingered in the air long after he was gone, echoing inside my skull as I lay there, staring at nothing, my chest aching like
My entire body went still.“That day at Brittany’s party,” he continued, turning toward me. His eyes were empty. “I drugged your fucking drink, Amber. It was me. I slipped heat inducers into it so you would go into heat and I could be the one to claim you.”My breath hitched violently, a choked soun
Amber My throat tightened, and my eyes burned with the tears I had been trying so hard to keep down. They welled up anyway, blurring Erlan’s face into a smear of colors and false tenderness when he finally pulled away.“I’m not yours,” I whispered, voice splintering. “I was never yours, so why don’
His jaw clenched, but he tried, ridiculous as it was, to defend himself. “What happened at lunch was a mistake,” he insisted. “A lapse in judgment. But don’t—don’t you dare question my love for you. I love you more than anyone in this world ever could.”“Bullshit.”He flinched like I’d slapped him.
Amber I woke up feeling weak. So weak that even lifting my eyelids felt like dragging stones across sandpaper. My limbs felt heavy in the way metal feels before it cools, like molten lead in my veins instead of blood. A dull ache pulsed through every joint and muscle, as if I’d been trampled by a







