He can deal with not being able to control you as long as you let the world believe he does. He’s king here, honey. Kings can’t be challenged publicly.
She is a fool in too many ways to number: in affairs of infidelity, if a man strays, it is not the fault of the woman with whom he lays. A worthy heart eschews temptation, despite the magnitude. Clearly my heart is not worthy.
Who wants to be around someone that can change them? Too much power to let another person have!
Really, how much of a relationship can she think they’re having when he’s still “selecting” her every morning?
The heart has its own mind, measures its own time, and if it consults with the brain, doesn’t always heed the advice. My brain was screaming – stop hurting already. To a deaf audience.
They may have stolen my past, but I’ll never let them take my future.
No lips,” Drustan warned. “Unless you wish me to be kissing Chloe.
People’s eyes are finally open, money’s as worthless as it always really was. Used to amaze me when I was little how everybody passed around pieces of paper that they all agreed to pretend meant the same thing when everybody knew it didn’t mean anything. It was the first adult conspiracy I became aware of. Made me think maybe no adults should ever be the boss of me. I’m the smartest person I know.
It’s more like, you are mine forever, should you agree and give me the words back. And now I am yours forever, whether you agree or not.
Said he had more immediate problems than the fate of the world and he was sure we’d figure it out, considering how controlling and micromanaging Ryodan was about everything he owned – and as he believed he owned the entire world and everything in it, and could play with it all like his personal chess set – the bastard would surely find a way to patch things up to his liking. He.
I will wear any skin to get in.
Our entire existence was fluid and living and, as a race, a planet, a universe, it was all connected and we were all part of one another. And when we hurt one another, we hurt ourselves. And when we warred, we hurt the universe, and that was ourselves. And.
A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.
No simple cherry picker for me, she thought. I get a time-traveling genius who comes with a world of problems and sends me back through time to fix them.
Ah, the painful truth: Fate was a cosmic toilet. It was the nature of the universe to flush sluggish things that failed to exercise free will. Stasis was stagnancy. Change was velocity. Fate – a sniper that preferred a motionless target to a dancing one.
I stare at him through the dim light as instant lust eclipses anger, will, time, place.
Rioting begets violence begets rioting. I sometimes think the entire human race is comprised of barely restrained animals, avid for any excuse to tear off their masks of civility. And here I am, always trying desperately to keep mine on.
That is how to live: in the choosing. There are no rules but those you make for yourself.
How do you brace yourself for a collision with the unimaginable?
The kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman’s soul, and it was working. Dominant like the man, hungry, demanding. Beckoning forth the secret Chloe that harbored hunger every bit as deep as his. He was a dark, seductive shadow, all around her, and she was drowning in him.