C.M. Stunich

Whatever you want to call anything fictional that has women and lovers and fucking and relationships. I feel like if every man on the planet sat down and just read a few of these, he'd understand the female side of the species so much better.

“Those are the rules of the Infinity Club: you make a bet, you pay out.”

This time, I'm not kissing the prince to become the princess

princess, I'm tonguing the villain to guarantee the destruction of others

Blood in,” Vic says, slicing his palm and then handing the knife to me, his eyes deadly serious. “Blood out.”

Bernadette Blackbird,” Vic begins, kneeling down in front of me. My brows go up as he pulls the velvet box from his pocket, and opens the top, his attention focused solely on my face. “Will you marry me?”

Havoc.

They create it.

They revel in it.

They dispense it

You’re not getting it, Bernadette: you are a part of Havoc now. Forever.”

Initially, I thought I could get my vengeance while keeping my hands clean.

What I didn't realize was that my fingers were dipped in crimson the moment I said yes to Havoc's price. I may as well enjoy the bloodshed.

You did good, coming to Havoc.”