Living shouldn’t be synonymous with surviving.
What are you, a child? Your cock is not a toy, so stop playing with it for one damn night.
Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to wright that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.
Destruction was calm, almost content- would he next break out in song like a Disney princess?
Low maintenance is what’s forgettable.
My reflection stared back at me, the smudges just as dark as before. Disappointment hit a split second before I realized something else was wrong. Something far worse. I wasn’t smiling-but my reflection was.
I peered at Farrah and suddenly understood why the Seven Dwarves had sung their song. “Hi... ho.
I’d say I can’t catch a break, but I’m currently on the back of a zebra.
I unwind the thin metal belt from my waist, then loop one end through the other to create an all-in-one collar and leash. ‘I hope this doesn’t offend you but... ’ I lean over, patting the air until I encounter the softness of his fur. ‘We’ll tell no-one of this,’ he mutters as I anchor the collar to his neck, and I want to smile. ‘Ever.
This is Lina. My heart soars; I guess it recognises what my eyes do not. This is the woman who played with me when my parents were too busy. The one who helped me survive Many Ends the first three times. I love her, I do. Despite the fact that she once stabbed me with the end of a paintbrush.
To stop himself from reaching out, he folded his arms over his chest, his shirt straining. Her gaze fell, locking on his left bicep. Damn. If she wanted him the way he wanted her, they were going to be in trouble. Lots and lots of pleasurable, oh, so wrong trouble. Again.
Only as he shut the door behind him, barricading Gwen inside lest she decide to risk bumping into one of his friends to explore, spy or even search for a phone to call the Hunters – she’s not working for them, damn it! – did he realize he was about to knowingly pair a Harpy with the goddess of Anarchy. Great. He’d be lucky if his head was still attached in the morning.
The definition of marriage? When a woman adopts an overgrown man-child who cannot be handled by his parents any longer.
We’ll call ourselves Victorious Secret and our motto will be ‘We Live to Spank You.’ Duuude. Yes! I’m basically the smartest person in the world. Ever. You in? Of course you’re in. Practice begins tomorrow.
Anger lasts but a moment. The things you do while angry can hurt others forever.
Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. An antique dresser. A furry white rug on the floor. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole.
Had anyone told me that my entire life would change course between one heartbeat and the next, I would have laughed. From blissful to tragic, innocent to ruined? Please. But that’s all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything I knew and loved was gone.
I think your kiss got me pregnant,” he said. “You had better stay until we know for sure.
I’ll hate myself later.” “I hate myself now.
I am not the monster who lives inside me.