Truly living required risk.
We are so not breaking out the violins and pity partying.
Please, I’d love to meet the guy you couldn’t handle, and give him and award.
Life’s too short to pretend and play games like that. I want to spend my time hanging out with people who make me feel good about myself. People who make me happy.
Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing.
People stared. Maybe because they were giants compared to everyone else, both in height and muscle mass. Maybe because of the telltale bulge of weapons at their waist. Or maybe because William opened a bag of Doritos and ate while he shopped. Hard to tell.
He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.
But we all must be true to our own nature. Acting as anyone other than yourself merely brings you pain and makes you appear ashamed of who and what you are. Others will feed off that shame, and soon it will be all that you are.
That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.
He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper.
I cast a glance in my new admirer’s direction. “You may call me Your Highness,” I said. “Or Empress Beauty.” He chuckled. I wasn’t kidding.
Sometimes there are good reasons to do bad things.
I love who you are, yesterday, now, tomorrow, always.
Strider: Red hots dude. He’d ruin anything for a mouthful of those. Now pull over. William: Gummy Bears. You should have said so.
Fried twinkies? Paris nodded. Only once, I’ve never forgotten the experience. It’s like heaven in your mouth, man.
William untucked the covers and stood, making a mental list of everything he’d need for the coming trip. A few blades, serrated and non serrated. A vial of acid. A bone saw. A spiked paddle. A cat-o’-nine-tails. And a bag of Gummy Bears.
My ex – may he soon discover tiny worms have invaded his body and are slowly eating him alive – once told me God made men so perfect because He’d wanted to make up for the inadequacies of women.
Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That’s all her life had consisted of, really. She’d told Maddox that she’d been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she’d been starved for touch. Any touch.
He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.
She’d already decided to be with him. If only to wipe him from her mind, get him out of her system and stop the fantasies plaguing her. If only to prove to herself that being with him would not be pleasurable for her.