Omg so im reading the mortal instruments/ shadow hunters series and it seriously is a THAT GIRL BOOK! Like it is literally the book where you can annotate the words, put highlights on some of the pages, etc. i absolutely love this series it’s so beautiful🥹
OH AND THE ROMANCE. THE ROOOOMMAAAAANNNCCEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Omg omg omg it’s so AAUHHHHGG omg it is just AMAZING.
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Writing prompt:
Anger drilled in my veins. I stared and the witch in front of me with such a passionate hatred, if looks could kill, she would be burning and dying in the most slowest, painful way.
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DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
His soft fingers weaved through my hair, his hand turning with each curl. Holding me tight, we danced in the dark, taking steps to the left and to the right. I became blind to the light- the truth and forgot all of my responsibilities. Just once. I thought, just one night of freedom and I’ll continue hating him after this. Please just let me have this one night. I wasn’t thinking to anyone in particular but myself. I let go of the guilt and the tension holding me back, just one night. And I softly closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest as the dancing slowed.
I could feel his chest lifting up and down. Slowly and gently, as if he was breathing just for me. Just for me. We stopped.
Holding me tight, he tilted his chin down, as if about to kiss me and brought his lips to my ear. He breathed, “i'm sorry”
I could now hear the soft beat in my heart, starting to thump louder. My vision blurred, and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting one single tear trickle down my cheek and drop onto the ground.
I was dancing with the Devil himself.
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