Oh God, I was head over heels, drowning underwater, in love with Ren- with Renald Owens. I was in love with a dude whose real name was Renald.
The emotions were complex, but the answer was simple.
I know what you want,” he said, squeezing me against his side. “You want to be wanted, and there’s nothing wrong with that, Trin. Not at all.
What are you going to do, Layla?
Some truths do nothing but destroy and decay what they do not obliterate. Truths do not always set one free. Only a fool who has spent their entire life being fed lies believes that.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure nothing bad happens. I will do anything to make sure we have the time for everything that we want, but I’m not stupid enough to disregard the fact that something may happen that I can’t control. And, dammit, I don’t want to look back and see that I didn’t seize the chance to make you mine, to really prove that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That I lost that opportunity.
She probably had her nose stuck in a book, living in a pretend fantasy world while I was actually out there living in the real fantasy world.
His mouth landed on mine, crashed into mine, and I might’ve stopped breathing. He pulled me up against him, until only the tips of my toes remained on the carpet, and all the interesting parts were nearly lined up, chest to chest, hip to hip.
I thought about the boy who made my chest hurt, the one who’d promised forever. It.
She was mine. I was hers. A truth that would never change.
The demon?” Roth scoffed. “That’s ‘Your Highness’ to you.
You made me happy. And I still care about you. Okay? You mean something to me – something I can’t really even put into words because everything seems too lame in comparison. I’ve always wanted you, even when I hated you. I want you even though you drive me freaking insane.
Zombies are all fun and games until they’re standing right in front of you.
Holy crap on a cracker.
His gaze moved from me to my hand as his brows rose and his grin transformed into a heart-stopping smile that reached his eyes, lightening them and warming them up. Seth not smiling or smirking was beautiful, but him smiling?
I’m not leaving. No way in hell,” Cole said, eyes flashing, “am I leaving you again.
I bet I could’ve done a week’s worth of laundry on his stomach. Probably would be a heck of a lot more fun way to wash clothes.
Be careful with what you say next.” Daemon’s voice was low but carried. “Because what you don’t know and what you cant possibly understand will get a bolt of light in your face.
Things are different now.” “ things are better now,” I replied. “ Aren’t they?
It wasn’t necessary to tell you,” Abbot responded in a clipped voice.