I don’t expect a normal life. I just expect a life with you.
It was me who had to carry myself over the finish line, and all I needed to remember when I felt like not trying was that that feeling wouldn’t last forever.
Me? Jealous of him? No. What I was going to say was, or the fact that he has a stupid name. Blake? It rhymes with flake. Come on.
Death is like an old friend who pays a visit, sometimes when it’s least expected and other times when you’re waiting for her. It’s neither the first nor the last time she’ll pay a visit, but that doesn’t make any death less harsh or unforgiving.
Will you make me the luckiest bastard on Earth and marry me, Katy Swartz?
You burn bright, to me at least, and I know you could handle it, but the last thing I want is your light to be tainted by something so dark.
Only a handful of minutes ago, I’d seen the outline of her pass in front of the windows. Sadly, she was completely clothed.
Let’s finish with your snowman. It can’t be incomplete. Not with me here.
You have your arrogance now, like all Luxen. But where will your arrogance be when we absorb your powers?” “In the same place as my foot,” Daemon replied, hands balling into fists. The leader looked confused. “You know, as in up your ass.
Many men wanted to be with her for her beauty and her rank. But she wanted an equal.
You don’t need to worry about me, Peaches. I’m always going to come back to you. That’s a promise.
Unfortunately, I also hated him, absolute loathed him. Ah, well, most of the time. Sometimes. Pretty much whenever I gazed upon his perfection and started lusting after him. Yeah, that’s when I hated him.
Rider Bit down on his lower lip. “ So, you know, I’m swords of inviting myself along.” he really wanted to meet my best friend? His head tilted to the side. “ And if you think that’s not cool, this is about to get real awkward.
I couldn’t recall any guy ever looking at me like that unless I was holding a basket of chicken wings or something.
Her life was cut short. And I was given a second chance.
You’ve never seen what everyone else sees when it comes to me,” he explained.
Scars, whether physical or emotional, could be not just a representation of survival but also a story of hope.
Stick with me, babe, and I’ll change your life.
Because sometimes happily-ever-after existed only in the books I read.
I swore to God if Daemon said anything ignorant, I was going to lay him out in class. My splint was heavy enough to do damage.