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.
They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.
It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
If I’m going to die a really ugly death, it’s nice to like the person you’re going to share that with.
And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn’t try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.
Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we’re the superior gender.
He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.
He wasn’t like some of his fellow GhostWalkers, who seemed to walk into a room and have half the female population enthralled – and that had nothing to do with their enhancements and everything to do with their good looks, charisma, or both, none of which he had.