These Absolved Monsters

Table of Contents These Absolved Monsters (Unholy Trinity Series, #2) Blurb_________________ Dedication ______________ Trigger Warning ______________ BURTON MIRA BURTON MIRA CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CHAPTER THIRTY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE CHAPTER FORTY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE EPILOGUE Blurb_________________ Dedication ______________ Trigger Warning ______________ BURTON MIRA BURTON MIRA CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CHAPTER THIRTY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE CHAPTER FORTY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE EPILOGUE Blurb_________________ Seven minutes in Heaven... enough to create Hell. MIRA He was my best friend's brother. I was the third unofficial Draven child they didn’t ask for. Burton Draven was off limits in more ways than forbidden could spell. One night stuck together at a Halloween carnival turned into a match that wouldn’t go out no matter how hard you blew. That kiss of death sealed my fate when he made it his life mission to destroy me for it. Losing my scholarship, paying penance for his blackmail, making sure no one dared to touch me and watching from a distance to make sure I stayed miserable. Until I got my own revenge... Now the torture was really about to begin. BURTON She was my sister’s best friend. Mira Eckland was beneath me, yet when she kissed me, something inside kicked up into a hellfire I couldn’t ignore. I wanted more of what I couldn’t have without ruining the one person’s trust I cared about. My baby sister was the last person I cared about in this world. I was a man on fire—angry I couldn’t have her and hellbent on ruining her for anyone else. Retaliation was easy when she stopped trying to fight back against the money and power protecting me. After she gave up, I watched her destroy herself. Until I found out she was to blame... Now that fire burning inside me was going to create her own personal hell. Dedication ______________ To all the girls who played it safe but ended up loving playing with matches anyways. Trigger Warning ______________ I’m not going to be the author that gives you a list of triggers neatly running down the page before you dive in. Half of them will ruin the story and the other half just aren’t as good when you anticipate them. This is dark romance (all typical triggers apply) and then some. This is full of smut and there is no fade to black found within these pages. This is about a psycho meeting a bookworm who had nothing better to do but flirt with a knife and end up liking it. This is exactly how two little sickos find each other’s demons instead of salvation. Each book will be darker and more fucked up; at least that’s what I’m thinking, so if you dive in, make sure you can swim. PROLOGUE MIRA Burton Draven was the bane of my existence. He was unavoidable too. His sister, Emma Draven, was my best friend, and our friendship was toxic in ways that made me the third child the Dravens never had. After all the memories faded, all I knew were the Dravens. Those memories you hold on to, but no matter how hard you try, they somehow slip away, frying at the edges and having you try too hard to remember the memory in its entirety. Before Burton became the bane of my existence, he was the stepbrother I didn't ask for and who didn't want me around the same amount. Secretive, cold, vicious and spoiled rotten were all words I used to describe him when boys asked me what my connection was to Burton. We went to the same school, lived in the same house, and the atmosphere changed drastically if we were near each other. He was always my protector until high school... when being around his cruelty started to make my panties wet and the protection came paired with a relentless attitude. That was when being around him felt like a privilege instead of a crime against his smugness. When Emma asked me to muster up a date for the Halloween Carnival Trinity had every year, I didn’t even attempt to make an excuse like I always did. My goal wasn't to avoid all the replacements I knew wouldn't live up to him. Homework. Extra credit. Being a good girl because it makes life easier. Whatever sounded more significant than fun and was plausible. Saying I was planning to stay home to catch up on Netflix was unbelievable when you considered my type A personality and valedictorian expectations only put into place by myself. Every day for a week, Emma briefed me on a status update on if I had found a date. This didn’t feel all that weird when my mom was a military fighter pilot and my dad was a drill sergeant, literally. Apple didn’t fall from the poisoned tree, did it? I was a product of their personalities, of their demanding careers that always seemed more relevant than being parents. The Dravens stopped asking about my parents when they realized the truth of it. I was an orphan, not because my parents didn’t care but because they cared enough to save the world. Me included. Although the long-distance relationship I had with them