“I'd even jerked off to the thought of it, something I hadn't done since I learned that I was good enough looking to have someone do ti for me” — 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
“Frank was by far the best kisser I'd ever had the pleasure to make out with. Being able to wrap his tongue around so… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“A houseful of killers, some of the most violent men Frank had ever encountered, and it took a woman’s touch to destroy a priceless… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
“How could I not be in love with a man who folded something after strangling me with it?” — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
