You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn’t the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.
First game I win, I get your panties. The second game I win, I make you scream.
He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had.
Shylah’s soft laughter slid into Draden’s mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn’t known he was empty.
So beautiful.” He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package.
She didn’t want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He’d held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.
The rest of my life isn’t that long, so I don’t know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two?” She rubbed her chin along his chest. “Stay humble, my man.
A true feminist wouldn’t tell other women what they should do or shouldn’t do. They would support their decisions. – Gino to Zara.
I’m on a journey seeking personal enlightenment, and you are disturbing my aura of love.
Finish it Sonia. For You, I’m perfect for you, you keep leaving that part out. I’m not a perfect man, I’m not ‘right’. I’m right for you and I’m perfect for you. No One Else.
I take care of what’s mine. He won’t get his filthy hands on you again. That’s my promise to you.
Life is to be lived. It doesn’t really matter the how and why of things. It matters how you choose to live. I taught you to live life large. Tha’s all, Wyatt. Love when you can. Laugh. Sing. And take care of your family and friends and then your community. It’s not always easy, but it’s good and at the end of it all, you’ll be satisfied.
I swear to you, on my life, on the lives of my brothers, you’ll be happy. You’ll be safe.
He wanted to believe in another life where he could have his woman for more than the short time it appeared they had left, but if he didn’t ever get that, he would celebrate every second with her now.
She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She’d memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.
Steele could be so completely still, it felt like he could disappear. His energy would get so low that you could forget he was in your space. He never missed anything when he was like that. He took in the smallest detail.
Peonies are beautiful perennials. A classic, really. Every garden should have them. They’re dependable, have a timeless, elegant beauty and will bloom with very little attention.” He was silent for a moment while she switched branches and he followed. “Like you.
Hurry up. You promised me a ride.” Okay, that wasn’t a good thing to say to him. Not in her bedroom. “On your bike,” she added hastily.
The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he’d never felt more alive.
Since no one’s ever fallen in love with me, I think now’s a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.