“That was what made Vincent so perfect. His raison d'être. He was feminine to the point of being non-threatening, and masculine enough to prove Frank was homosexual after all. Not to mention obscenely beautiful.” — 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 up. I'd even considered that he might've been right, that maybe if I just behaved I wouldn't have gotten hit. But no one asks for rape, especially not when they're sleeping. Or at least if I… — Nicole Castle Copy Share
