The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts. She just doesn’t know it yet.īut Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.Ī culture that she is about to become the center of. She has been conditioned with our blood for years. Like a trained possession, weak against their control. Other than that I did enjoy the books I was able to listen to.They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. The only thing was, sometimes I had a tough time deciphering who was saying what. Its a little different than the books I'm used to listening to, fiction. I struggled with getting to the end of this book bc I kept getting SOOO pissed at the characters and the situations. 🤷♀️ Either way I don't think I'm continuing this series.
If these kids were a bit older that may have helped. I mean you don't get that twisted and jaded and evil until you're old like me and have lived tho things no one should have to.! Those things take time to collect throughout a lifetime. But the biggest issue I have, All the things these kids know and do is a bit hard for me to believe. But I seriously just wanted this main character to die at some points. I was Addicted when I started these but listening to this book aggravated me to no end! This boy in this book infuriated me! well, they all do to an extent! And Maybe it's bc I almost died 100X in an abusive relationship. I don't have time to read! With this book tho, I'm unsure how I feel. When I start a series there always comes a time that I've got to stop bc that book isn't available to Listen to on here. Do I go on, or do I find another book to start or finish on Audible. It was the one person who haunted her into misery. Will my heart be enough to bring her back to life when the first thing she reached for was not him, or him, or me. Whispers over my flesh, tugs on my heart strings like a puppet, tangled in a mess. Because even through the sin, It's her that lingers within. Even my darkness survives in daylight.īut love does win.
I’ll take all of her soul and pour in my spite. She will eventually come back to me, on all fours. The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. They say magic isn’t real, but isn't it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. Some girls like things that are destructive and toxic.
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