Edge Of Darkness Leigh Rivers Quotes

Losing your voice to everyone is one thing, but losing your voice to someone you loved – trusted – is ten million times worse. I’ve never been heard.

She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.

At least I got to kiss her.

My name is Kade Mitchell, son of Tobias Mitchell, and I will not be fucking silent anymore.

I want your heart, every single fucking fragment that I’ve broken over the years. I have your past and your present, and I want to be a selfish asshole and have your future.

The first time I saw you, I was yours. I’ll always be yours, Freckles. Our girl will be proud of the woman you’ve become. You’ll both always be my girls.

Because you’re going to be my wife. You’ve already taken my heart, my body, and my butchered soul, so you’ll take my fucking last name too.

It seems she has no idea how much I’m obsessed with her. Not just with her looks, but her heart, her fucking soul.

Are you going to be my forever, Freckles?

Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.

My soul is shattered and broken, and I lose all the pieces, unable to glue it back together. Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy's gone, and he's never coming back." - Kade Mitchell

Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.” Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.

No time for dramatics,” Tobias Mitchell says in a deep voice, standing above the dead body. He’s wearing the same uniform as his victim. He nods to the door. “Let’s go. The building’s on fire, if you didn’t notice.

I’ll leave your hearing, so I can tell you when I win her back, so you can hear her moaning my fucking name. When I marry her. When she births my fucking children. And guess what? I’ll have all of that. You won’t. Because Stacey Rhodes has been mine since the day I fucking met her.

It’s like I’m visiting heaven while living in hell. But I want to steal her and bring her to my chaos, set fucking fire to her world and keep her in mine.

No one fucks Stacey and gets away with it. I can’t have her, but nobody else will.

For the good girls who like to dance in the dark while being watched by the devil.

I helped him with his own darkness, and he made me feel alive, sustaining me with tender touches and words, stolen kisses and nights in his bed when no one knew. I was happy.

Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.

Our broken puzzle pieces are finally firmly in place, and they’ll never be torn apart again.

You are also my priority. I would have always hunted for you to the ends of the fucking earth, little one.

We’re all broken in some way, Tobias. But we can also be fixed.

Little does she know that I’m the monster that goes bump in the night.

Staying silent is like being in a mental prison.

She feels like mine. Stacey Rhodes is mine.

Touch her again and I'll blow your fucking head off.

Your cum is leaking out of me,” she randomly tells me as she takes a picture of our boarding passes. The group of grannies nearby give us a horrifying look. “No, I’m serious. When I sneezed? Boom.

She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember. Maybe I am falling in love with her. Should I tell her? Would that scare her?

We have an emergency announcement. Reports say that Tobias Mitchell has escaped his institution this afternoon and is currently at large. The murderer and psychopath was given a life sentence over twenty years ago.

An evil smile crosses Tobias’s face. “Because, son,” he says, raising both brows, “I have Bernadette Sawyer.

I kiss her once, twice, three times. “We make our own timeline. If you feel a certain way, then you feel a certain way. If it helps, I like you too.

I’m going to hunt down whoever is responsible. I promise you, little one.” I smile weakly. “You don’t need to hunt for him – he lives right under my roof.

There’s only one fucking room available.

I can’t wait to see Stacey beat the shit out of Cassie.

Sit next to me in the car ride home.” She hums. “Why?” “So I can hold your hand.” I shrug and press my mouth to hers. “Or your thigh. Whichever is more accessible.

You don’t need to apologise to me.” “Do you always do that?” he asks. I tilt my head. “Do what?” “Ignore your own demons to cater to everyone else’s? From what I’ve witnessed, you seem to run after those around you, be there for them, centre yourself in their trauma, and no one seems to do the same for you.

There was a time when one person was able to make me ignore that side of myself. I helped him with his own darkness, and he made me feel alive, sustaining me with tender touches and words, stolen kisses and nights in his bed when no one knew. I was happy. I thought I was safe. I thought I was free. Until I wasn’t.

Barry crouches down to Cassie’s corpse and checks her pulse. “She’s dead.” Tobias frowns like a child just kicked his shin. “Of course she’s dead. Are your eyes working? Her brain is splattered on the ground, you fucking idiot.” Barry mutters to himself then looks up at Kade’s dad. “I was just stating a fact.” “A useless fact,” he counters. “Any others? You want to tell me the sky is blue while you’re at it?

Eyes on me.

Don’t cry any more tears because of them. You’ve got it all out. Dry your eyes and keep your chin up. They don’t deserve your tears.

Even if I’m a bag full of trauma?” I smile. “I have my own bag. We can swap when they get too heavy and we need a balance

Don’t be afraid of me, Freckles,” he calls, spitting out blood that’s leaked into his mouth. “This is for us.

I’m Kade Mitchell. I don’t do emotions. I don’t care about people, especially not people who fuck me over. So why can’t I stop looking at her?

I think if I ever took my last breaths outside, I’d like to be able to see the moon.

You’re doing so good, Freckles,” I say, kissing below her ear as I thrust harder. My voice is shaky, but I keep praising her. “Taking it so fucking well.

Make them go away, Freckles.” “Make what go away?” I manage to ask. “The voices.

Un-fucking-hinged.

Kade Mitchell and Stacey Rhodes – the fifteen-year-olds who met by the pool twenty years ago – finally get to have their forever.

I want a voice, but I have no idea how to use it or how I’d stop his wrath if I did.

Kade: Run and hide. Unless you want everyone to witness me fucking you? Having an audience won’t stop me – I’ll take you in front of the entire party.

Moya vechnost.

I choose who I love, and I choose you”.

He’s the son of Tobias Mitchell. He doesn’t need help.

Let’s assume Kade does get his hands on me,” he says as he follows me with our bags. “Would you help him, Stacey?” I throw my head back and laugh. “He’s the son of Tobias Mitchell. He doesn’t need help.

His hand freezes, then he drops it to his side. “You’re afraid of me.” I avert my eyes. “You are aware that you’re the only person in the world I’d never hurt, right?” “If that was the case, then you wouldn’t have walked out of my life when I needed you the most.” I shake my head. “You already did hurt me.

It’s like I’m visiting heaven while living in hell. But I want to steal her and bring her to my chaos, set fucking fire to her world and keep her in mine. Not even the devil could take this moment from me.

She cried when she opened the little dancer charm for her bracelet and held my hand while we got matching tattoos – a design I’d worked on for weeks. Our initials intertwined and distorted to make them unrecognisable, with the words so small and vine-like, not even Stacey knows that they say “I choose who I love, and I choose you”.

Spiracle

It’s over. It’s been over for two years. He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done.

He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done. Kade

Stacey doesn’t know what she means to me, and that’s fine. She’s safer not knowing and thinking I hate her – that I used her. That I’ll never forgive her.

I n-never stopped loving you.

They want a war?” he says. “Well let’s give them one.

Little princess, this is for you.

He’s like the sun shining into a ditch full of dead bodies.

Survivors deal with abuse differently, and not everyone can speak up.

You see that gun there?” he says quietly so the guard doesn’t hear, and I nod, frowning as he grabs it and shoves it into my hand. “If I hurt you, shoot me.

You should be scared of me. I might worship the ground you walk on, but you don’t have the faintest idea what I’m capable of.

Make it stop,” he says, begs, pleads with me. “Please make it stop. Please, please, please. Do you have my gun? Can I have it? I need to kill them.

She’s pregnant,” Kade says, making it worse. “Congratulations, you’re going to be a father – if we get out of this.

Killing yourself isn’t going to make it all go away. If you jump, then it might be done for you, but everyone who

Before anyone else, love yourself, Miss Rhodes. You cannot give your all to someone if you aren’t doing the same for yourself.

Fuck. Her voice. She has no idea how much she soothes the darkness within me.

You cannot give your all to someone if you aren’t doing the same for yourself.

The first time I saw you, I was yours. I'll always be yours, Freckles. Our girl will be proud of the woman you've become. You'll both always be my girls.

Killing yourself isn’t going to make it all go away. If you jump, then it might be done for you, but everyone who cares for you will suffer. Do you know why? Because you are loved,

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You’re okay. You’re safe with me,” he says softly as he strokes my hair, letting me cry into his chest. “I found you, little one.

We aren’t together – haven’t been for a while – but Stacey is my girl. Mine.

I’ll fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness the next time I see her.

You’re alive. You’re fighting back. That’s survival, Kade.” I smirk as his pupils dilate. “Now you’re mine and only mine.

Being loved by Stacey Rhodes is a dream. Why does my dream need to be a nightmare?

I would do anything to protect my people, little one.

I don’t have anything to live for, but you do.

But I don’t feel like I’m surviving,” he says quietly, almost feebly.

I devour her mouth, tasting her, feeling her under my fingertips as I explore every inch of her body. I’ll never get used to this. Her. “Mine,” I say against her mouth. No one else’s.

Barry said he can hide me – get me a new identity and a new life. I could come to America.” He’s silent, and then he says, “You’re going to annoy me by visiting every day, aren’t you?” “If I take him up on his offer, then yes.” “I’d rather spend a year back down in confinement.” I smile at his joking tone. “I think we’re becoming friends, Tobias.” He lets out a disbelieving laugh and hangs up on me.

The closer I get, the more I want to drown in her. All of her. I want to wrap my arms around her and hide from this fucked-up world. I want to say I’m sorry for everything and beg her to run away with me.

I want to degrade you while you sit on my cock. Praise you as you swallow every drop of my cum. I want to brand every inch of your skin with my mouth and make sure you’re unable to even look at another man.

I don’t know what’s happening with you, but if you need to do this assignment for your freedom, I’m willing to let you do it. I…” Her voice breaks, and so does my heart. “I don’t have anything to live for, but you do.

Base steps forward. “He asked you a motherfucking question, bitch. How did your husband taste?” Her brows pull together in a confused frown, her bones shaking. “W-What?” Base grins. “I think you ate a part of his leg.

You did help. The memories of us kept me going. I was always in subspace, reliving the times we had while stuff was happening to me. I never stopped loving you, Stacey, even when I was a dick to you. I’ve always been yours.

Maybe I’ll be standing by your side as the best man at your wedding,” I lie, talking shit to make him laugh. “Get my sister, marry her, fucking give her the life you both deserve, even if she’s a bitch to you half the time.

She carefully takes my face between her hands, her pupils dilating more with every second. “I love you. I’ve loved you since we were eighteen. And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey and we’ve lived our whole lives together.

Nothing about Kade scares me. Even if he did chase me down a highway on a motorbike and point a gun in my face, shoot at me, finger me while covered in blood, along with all the other messed-up things he’s done. He doesn’t scare me.

I won’t kill you,” he tells him in a bored tone. “I want you to live and know you can never see her beauty or touch her perfection. I want you to be helpless and unable to walk.” On the last word, he puts a bullet in Chris’s knee, and I close my eyes at the sound that comes from him. “I’ll leave your hearing, so I can tell you when I win her back, so you can hear her moaning my fucking name. When I marry her. When she births my fucking children. And guess what? I’ll have all of that. You won’t. Because Stacey Rhodes has been mine since the day I fucking met her.

You need to assassinate one of them, Kade.” She opens the first one and pushes the file towards me. It opens, and my eyes widen as she says, “Your father.” She does the same with the next. A picture of Base. “Your best friend.” My eyes lift to her, and I glare as she opens the third. “Or your lover.

People die every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. One moment, we’re here. Next, we’re not. Where does one go when they pass? Their memories stay with us, their lifeless bodies waiting to be buried or cremated. But what truly happens? Do they become stars? Are they ghosts who stand by our sides when we need them the most? Are psychics legit, and do the dead communicate during readings?

She’s met with my silence. “I don’t know what’s happening with you, but if you need to do this assignment for your freedom, I’m willing to let you do it. I…” Her voice breaks, and so does my heart. “I don’t have anything to live for, but you do.” Swallowing, I close my eyes, still refusing to speak. Her voice is so soothing without her even realising. Stacey Rhodes. My girl. My anchor that sank to the bottom of the ocean without me.

Blood squirts all over Kade, but he keeps going with the other hand, yanking at the digits he hasn’t managed to fully detach while Chris lets off more harrowing screams. “I won’t kill you,” he tells him in a bored tone. “I want you to live and know you can never see her beauty or touch her perfection. I want you to be helpless and unable to walk.” On the last word, he puts a bullet in Chris’s knee, and I close my eyes at the sound that comes from him. “I’ll leave your hearing, so I can tell you when I win her back, so you can hear her moaning my fucking name. When I marry her. When she births my fucking children. And guess what? I’ll have all of that. You won’t. Because Stacey Rhodes has been mine since the day I fucking met her.

Hey, Freckles.” I bite my lip and screw my face up as my ribs burn, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for not knowing what you went through or giving you a chance to explain what happened. I should have heard you out. I should have stayed. But you need to listen.” I wince and pull the phone away, so she can’t hear my groan of pain. “They know who you are, and what we were. They’re going to come for you. Please. Please, baby, you need to run. Run, and don’t you dare turn back. Get away from all of them. You… you hear m-me?” My eyes close, and my phone slides out of my hand, but I quickly grab it. “Please hide, please.” My vision goes dark, and the tremble in my bones stops. “I n-never stopped loving you.” My heart is fucking sore, but I need to get this last part out. I know I’m dying. But the only thing I’m worried about is her getting the fuck away from those evil pricks. “I will… will always lo-love you, Freckles. Go, live your life and be free. Meet someone who can tr-treat you ri-ight. For-for-forget me.” I can’t hear anything, not even my heartbeat. “Pl-please for… forgive me. B-Be safe and ha-ha-happy. I love you. I…” The phone slides again, and I have no energy left to finish my sentence, but as long as she knows I loved her, that she meant the world to me, that she is fucking special and deserves everything that makes her happy – then I’ve said all I need to. A hand touches my face, but I can’t see through the blood in my eyes from the gaping wound in my head. Stacey? Is that you? Mum? But it’s Bernie’s voice in my ear. Faint, but enough that I can make out what she’s saying. “Oh, silly me. Did I forget to mention Stacey fled the country? New phone. ID. Everything. You’ll never find her, but guess what? I will.” She wipes my eyes with a cloth, and I can just make out a medic hovering over me. Archie lowers himself beside me as I try to drag air into my punctured lungs. “I did some digging and was able to lift some messages between you both – and her nickname. Freckles?” He laughs, and blood drops from my mouth as I attempt to move, to get up and snap his neck. “I’ll carve each freckle out of her skin.” “I’ll k-kill y-you.