“Was that all right?" he asked, and all the helplessness I'd ever seen in him, that distant expression when he was making us disappear, or when I'd called him sick in the head, none of it compared to how exposed… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“I was going to die. Eleven days after my eighteenth birthday. And even if Frank was able to end his brother's life before he… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“I had quite the history with cocks accidentally falling into my mouth.” — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“The blade gleamed in his hand, making my knees go so weak that I had to hold onto the car. Even watching him use… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“She could undoubtedly get the boy to dig his own grave. With enough encouragement and a little cleavage, he wouldn’t even need a shovel.” — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“Antoinette had squinty eyes she could barely open under the six pounds of mascara and teal eye shadow she must’ve applied with a paint… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“Here it was, the first of many lies he’d have to come up with. “Bella threw a knife at my head.” He’d do better… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“The empty place inside of me was gone. I was whole. If I hadn't been in love with him before, I was now. Each… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“During the summer he’d wear my oil smeared undershirts to give me inspiration, although it usually had the opposite effect, and then the only… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“It reminded me of seeing a preview for a new soap opera episode; not matter how off-the-wall my theories were, the show's writers always… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“It was true, I had a big mouth, and more than once I'd made things worse for myself by neglecting to shut the fuck… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
