Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about. – Unknown Author.
You’re right. I don’t know your real name. But I don’t know mine either and it’s never stopped me from knowing who I am or taking what I want.
The evil you create will ultimately destroy you, you cannot escape the consequences of your actions. – Leon Brown.
I am a man of my word.
A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. – Walter Winchell.
The secret to getting away with lying is believing it with all your heart, that goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another. – Elizabeth Bear.
Unfortunately, the story wasn’t a novel, and it wasn’t fiction.
Do you need a safeword, in case things get too normal for you, and you need me to stop being vanilla for a moment and I don’t know, kneel or something?
Tomorrow is a mystery. Yesterday is history. Live today, it’s a gift, that’s why they call it “present.
Anyone can give up. It’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s true strength. – Unknown.
The worst thing you can do for love is deny it; so when you find that special someone, don’t let anyone or anything get in your way.
I’m Batman, princess. Next time you want to fly across the country, tell me. I won’t delay two hundred people’s plans, and we can just fly in the bat plane.
No, I’m not Prince Charming. I’m Batman.” She.
The rules have changed.
Do you know what happens to scar tissue? It’s the strongest part of the skin. – Michael R. Mantell.
This man dominated every situation. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.
My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can. – Cary Grant.
Our first time,” he said, “because there will be more than one time, won’t be what you deserve.
Our first time will be what you want, what you fantasize about. I’m going to take you, right here, right now.
I was once again, Miss Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, the flawless proper lady, pretentious to the help, and people pleaser – the well-bred Southern belle who wore the mask of perfection because no one wanted to see the truth underneath.