His mouth found each of her eyelids, then drifted down her cheek to the corner of her lips. “Don’t protest. Just listen to me. I’v thought about this for a long time. Your life is in danger. You’ve accepted that, and you’re willing to chance our love. But I couldn’t live with your death at my hands. I can’t, Isabella.” He kissed her mouth, her soft, pliant lips, drawing strength from her, her endless courage becoming his.
I’d die for my club, but I want my own woman, one worthy of living for.
Soleil’s laughter warmed him when he thought nothing could. She moved something inside him, things he thought dead or never there in the first place. She brought out his desire to be better. She chased his demons away.
There’s danger in separating yourself from everyone, not wanting anyone to see inside of you where you’re vulnerable. We know the world isn’t safe and perfect like the fairy tales. But if you let it eat away at you, when that one comes along, that woman you know is going to make your world for you, you won’t see her, because you’re too busy hiding. I almost missed my chance with her.
He kissed her gently, tenderly, opening his mind as much as he dared, wanting to share himself with her. His love was wild, obsessive, protective, certainly not given easily, but given completely to her.
It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us.
She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn’t think straight.
A fuckin’ miracle, that’s what you are.
She was his. The lifemate he had endured centuries of emptiness waiting for. She was his world. The light. The colors he thought he had lost forever. She was the ecstasy he never knew existed. And she was with him for eternity.
I’m not all that brave, Andre. I’m afraid of everything, I just refuse to give into it.
Mikhail found the rose-petal-soft skin of her face, traced her delicate cheekbones with gentle fingers. “You were right, little one. We will build our home together, stronger than ever. We will pick a place, deep within the forest, and fill it with so much love, it will spill over to our wolves.
She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn’t save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.
He made her want to cry. She was no one’s miracle. More like their nightmare.
They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It’s really that simple.
I’ve been so alone, apart from life, not really knowing why i was so empty. You’ve filled all those empty places, cara mia. I sleep with you in my arms and have no nightmares. I open my eyes and look forward to each hour, to hear your laughter, to watch you move through my home. Your smile takes my breath away.
He tasted like sin. Temptation. The devil enticing her down a dark, wicked path. She didn’t care.
There would be no saving herself from the consequences of falling in love with Ice.
God. She loved the children. They were all so amazing. Every last one of them. She was grateful she’d made the decision to go into that labyrinth, the chambers of utter horror, to get them out. She refused to regret that decision, no matter the price she had to pay – and she was paying it every single minute of the day.
When you don’t know what to do, stand still.
Czar had been a ten-year-old boy who mastered the plan to keep them all alive in the hell they’d grown up in. He’d given them hope in their darkest times. He’d driven them to perfect their abilities.