Her tireless holiday spirit is like a snowstorm in summer-overpowering, all-encompassing, and a wonder to behold.

I was consumed by a twisted desire to watch the light drain from her eyes. But instead, it was my own soul that was devoured by the darkness within her gaze.

Ronan: This world was never meant for me　a shadowed figure wandering, fueled by carnal desires until I am destined for hell. And I embrace it wholeheartedly. But then she came into the picture after my successful hunt at a local coffee shop. She offered me a simple act of kindness, and in that moment, I was consumed by her. My obsession with Everly knows no bounds, and there is no escape. Her fate is to become one with me, bound by darkness and consumed by our twisted desires.

Everly: Choosing the safe, sensible path has always eluded me. I have a knack for finding trouble, and it seems like Ive stumbled upon more than I can handle with Ronan. Hes undeniably attractive and thrilling, but hes also dangerous and everything a mother would warn her daughter to stay away from. To make matters worse, hes a serial killer who seems to have set his sights on making me his next victim. But heres the thing　Im drawn to him and the danger he represents. I want to play his game, to push him to his limits as he pushes me to mine, until we both are consumed by one another.

Its depraved, its warped, its immoral.

But in this moment, running from the man who may end up being my killer, Ive never felt more alive.

Beatitude is a very dark, toxic romance. The characters are morally black, toxic and are not a depiction of a healthy relationship. If you are coming into this hoping to find a redeeming quality in the MMC　you won’t. He is an unaliver, a psychopath who has severe untreated mental illnesses. Please make sure you read over the trigger and content warnings before going into this.

Doll Face

Shall We Play A Game?

Amid the suffocating embrace of night,

I stumble upon him, a beacon of light.

The Boogeyman, a seductive terror,

Whispers haunting promises, cruel and fair.

Eyes that glint with otherworldly fire,

In his grasp, I'm consumed by dark desire.

A love twisted and sickeningly sweet,

Tangled in the depths of darkness, where nightmares meet.

Should I trust my button eyes,

Or should I doubt them and follow my firefly?

“Did I just see a hot chick running down the road with a live chicken under her arm?”

Ash

Commitment is not my thing nor do I want it to be.

After the things I've been through with women, I have sworn off relationships.

There's only ever been one woman that I thought I felt pulled to and I blew it. Not only was it the best date of my life, it was also the worst night of my life.

Since then, I have become a nail and bail kind of guy.

But then Sunday Sutton bursts back into my life, and ends up living with her son and their pet chicken across the hall from me.

There is no avoiding her or her radiant presence – everyone at the shop loves her, my sister loves her. Every time I open my mouth, I make it worse. But when I need a date to a wedding, Sunday is the only one that I can think I would want to be there with me.

In fact, she's the only one I want to be with anywhere.

Sunday

Ash Johnson is unbelievable. He's arrogant, conceited, self-absorbed and he's everything I do not want in my life.

We had one night, years ago, and ever since he has been awful towards me. Well, I am sick of him and his nonsense. It doesn't matter anyways, my son and I have a few more months until we are back home in Alabama.

But when I find myself living across the hall from him, I can't help but be caught up in his charm.

Ash could be easy to love, if only he would let people in to see the real him, and not this shallow version of himself he projects.

My house is a mess, my underwear is mixing with hers in the laundry, and my safe, quiet haven now smells of burnt candles and her.

Indy

Being the founder of a non-profit and keeping it going is my only focus right now. I dont have time for distraction–men, my health, my friends–all of it takes a back seat to me keeping this going. Ive lived by other peoples rules for too long, I am ready to break out on my own, and Ill prove to everyone I can do it. The Crown Project helps sick children and their families find some happiness during hard times, and I am committed to making it happen. If I cant have my own, Ill give someone else a fairytale. The only man Id want is off-limits to me anyway. Hes the meanest, grumpiest, and, unfortunately, the sexiest man I know. He also works with my brother. So theres that. Ill always be a supporting character, never the princess. My life just wont let me. Its impossible.

Derek

Without routine and order, the only thing left is chaos. Chaos leaves room for disorder and unhappiness. And that leads to betrayal. Never again will I allow that to happen. I am steady, focused, and at the top of my game as a tattoo artist at Hels Ink. I am established, successful, and there is nothing that happens in my life that I dont allow. And then there is Indy. She is inescapable　a whirlwind of kindness and beauty and goodness. Everything about her is impossible. Left with no choice but to help her out of a challenging situation. I soon regret my decision and the insanity that comes with it. I let her in. Into my home and my life. But never– never- into my heart. Theres no such thing as fairytales, and love stories dont really exist. But when everything changes, I wonder if maybe Ive found a little piece of chaos I can live with.