" Now the thing is. I’m not a spoiled brat. I would have needed a charmed life to qualify, and we all know I didn’t. But damn if I didn’t want to throw my fucking tiara and stomp my foot and yell I didn’t want to go to bed, I wanted to be fucked with the promise of all the heated stares he’d given me tonight. "

― V. Theia , Manhattan Sugar (From Manhattan #1)