Black Veil Brides Rebel Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

This love had survived blood, war, betrayal, death, and darkness powerful enough to consume kingdoms. And somehow—we had survived them. I stared intensely at him as the moonlight from the window danced across his beautiful face, at the sharp edges the world had carved into him, at the man who had once been nothing but rage and ruin and my heart ached with the unbearable weight of it. God, I love him. I love him so much my hands trembled with the realization. I love him more than life, more than the version of myself that had existed before him. Draven Blackthorn is possessive, dangerous, scarred by grief and fury so deep it had nearly destroyed him but this man loved me with a devotion so fi