Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Electricity surges around me and I bend my head to look up at the bulb hanging above. “Cheap bastard.”
I scrub out everything I entered, feeling a familiar touch of heat surge through me.
Greetings, Darlings.
I know what you’re thinking… oh fuck. The bitch has actually picked up a pen and started to write something…You know, when people said I needed therapy, I wish they meant shock.
Where was I?
Shock therapy. A girl could hope, right? I mean not to be obvious, but I wouldn’t refuse a good pinning down….
Forgive my rudeness—actually, no—fuck you and you can choke on it.
The word for today is Revenge. You wanna know why? Well. I’m sure I’ll paint you a colorful enough picture. You see… it all started when I was a little girl. I just wanted to be happy, but she stole my life from me. She took it all. My family, my fucking world…
And him.
I didn’t even want him! But she took him. She didn’t care.
Would I live to finish this entry? Maybe not. We’ll soon find out.
Dear Diary, there was a boy, but there was also a girl.
I reread over the words. “Isn’t there always a boy?” My chest erupts with laughter.
The girl wasn’t what was important. I’d bury her at the bottom of a fucking stack of ribbons if I never had to see another one again.
She
Wasn’t
Important.
He was. Now, it all started with a boy. But he didn’t like me. He liked her. Wanna know how I know that? Bet you’re reading this and wondering how I fucking know that, right, Priest? I know because you never looked at me the way you looked at her.
Wanna know how I also know that? Mmmhmm…since you thought your precious Madness was saved and safe, tucked away for you to polish as you want.
Does she know about me?
I sure know about her.
So, wanna know how I know that you never looked at me same way you did her?
Because. I. Know.
I can see you now, reading this entry either in the Watch Tower (but let’s face it, you can’t risk it there), in the car showroom of your ridiculous Gothic mansion, or—well…there. You’re intrigued, aren’t you? Ha…ha…I love this. Well would you look at that, someone has caught Priest Hayes’s tongue and guess what, Darling? I promise not to bite hard. It’d be a shame for you to lose it, since you sure know how to use it…
Think, Priest.
How would I know…
Well, I guess it’s time for me to take you back to the beginning, so the middle makes sense…. It all started when…
A shrill of goose bumps move down my spine at the first snap of cool metal that sails down the nape of my neck and ending at my spine. The same smirk I wore moments before is wider now. “Morning, Darling. I’m rather busy. Unless you wanna play with me. Do you wanna play with me?”
He shifts my hair out of the way with the barrel of his gun, revealing the skin on my back. “Depends.” Butterflies in my belly take flight as the metal continues its travels down my vertebrae. “Will you fucking listen this time?”
I move away from him, rolling my eyes. “You could at least pretend that you’re interested in me.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” he answers flatly.
Agitation simmers to the surface when he doesn’t move back into me. My teeth clench. “Because I don’t like losing.”
He chuckles. “We haven’t even fucking played yet.”
My pen starts beating the desk again. “I’ll never be her.”
The tension in the air tightens, as does the grip I have on the pen. I’ve never brought up her name. I’ve never told him how it feels to be with a man who will always love another woman. Another girl. Woman, girl? What the fuck is she even?
Oh. I know what she is…
“No. You won’t. Get her out of your fucking head.”
“Lun—” My scalp burns when he buries his hand in my hair, yanking my head back until I’m looking up at him from behind. Even at this angle, he’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful. A dark prince with demons so rogue that not even love could save him.
The muscles in his jaw tighten. “Say her name, and the next thing to leave these lips, will be your last breath.”
He shoves me away, the prickling of his rage still burning my scalp.
Without waiting for him to disappear, I press the pen to paper.
Dear Diary,
Luna Nox Hayes is dead. Wanna know how I know?
Because it was me who killed her.
Chapter One
luna
present
Midnight Mayhem. The circus for adult entertainment. The smell of caramelized popcorn replaces Chanel No. 5 and gasoline. Where laughter is exchanged for soft gasps as they watch us get fucked from strange places. I used to think it was great. That Mom made a mistake in not allowing me to tap into this side of my family. When I was a child, I’d ask questions. Like why couldn’t I spend more time around everyone else? And why they never had the same rules when it came to the Kings.