He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child – his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.
He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. “I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us.” Francesca laughed at him.
They called each other family and that’s what they were – sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and saved her life.
He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t the man who stepped forward and saved the innocent. He was lost himself. Shadows had invaded a long time ago and stolen his life. But he would give anything he had left to be the man who found a way to save Judith.
He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.
Men always seemed to growl and sniff around each other, bristling over nothing, and just as suddenly become buddies at the least likely moments.
When Jackson used that particular tone of voice, men died, pure and simple.
He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he’d watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.
Before Elle had come into his life, he didn’t even know what tea was. Now it was a staple. Worse, he actually knew the differences in teas.
I killed Freddie the vamp like twenty times, but he wouldn’t die. – Natalya Shonski.
He was dead. He just didn’t know it yet.
Maybe you are already lost and just do not know it.
For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be.
Don’t worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I’ll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.
It’s your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can’t lose.
Here’s to many more firsts and many more great memories.
For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn’t thinking about survival.
I know what it’s like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
You can’t turn the sheriff into a toad, Hannah. It’s against the rules. – Abbey Drake.
Do you see, Solange, that you are the only woman in my world? The one woman who can choose life or death for me. You are the center of my world and you always will be. When I tell you that your pleasure is mine, I mean that literally.