It’s not my fault the truth and I are strangers – we were never properly introduced.
I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.
Also, if you bring up ten Cuban midnight sandwiches, with extra pickles, Mr. Sevastyan will tip you extravagantly. Please put that gratuity in with the total. Excellent. Thank you for your help!
I informed him that when you eat one of those cuppy containers of flan, you are in heaven and smile for the rest of the day.
In other words, the square root of fuckall is fuckall.
Lanthe’s nieces were super brilliant, could already trace. If they sensed danger – or bath time – they would simply teleport their diapered butts away.
If you ever doan like where you are, open a book, and it’ll take you somewhere else. It’s a kind of magic, cher.
The Fool Whereabouts unknown My eyes flashed open. The Empress’s screams had awakened the dark in me. Reverse, perverse. The Dark Calling. Her smile was broken. It was time. I always know best.
What changed your mind?” Say I did. Say it was me!
It wasn’t even fair. Which was okay, since Sorceri only cared about fair play when it benefited them. Otherwise, they were not fans.
We’re going to be together. And have terrible, terrible little children.
One love fated. One love endless.
When two people form an unbreakable bond, it’s like a reactor, feeding them power and heat and a sense of belonging. It makes them strong. They’re the true superheroes.
He was so domineering. And a dirty talker. Apparently, she liked both. A lot.
Those years ago when I was down in that basement, I wish I had known that on the other side of the world, there was a bold little girl fighting for her pride. And that she would come into my life one day to make it brighter.
Why would they plot?” “They’ll want the earth righted as soon as possible. Minors like to see dead Majors – because catastrophes end with the close of the game.
He grasped my hand. “Let’s take this off.” He gently drew the ring from my finger, like a reverse engagement. A nullification. But I let him. He set it beside the pallet. “Be with me,” he said, his accent thickening. “Stay with me.” He nipped my bottom lip, as exciting and sexy as he’d ever been. “Let’s stop regretting and start living.” With a breathless nod, I allowed myself to fall under his spell. I gave myself up to it, to him.
It made you happy, to be used by me?” Perhaps not so promising. I raised my brows with amusement. “I orgasmed three times; you did once. Who’s using whom, Siberian?
Dacians consider Trehan the kingdom’s sword, Viktor its wrath, Stelian its sentinel, and Lothaire its cunning. Our people see Mina and me as the beating heart of Dacia.
She chuckled. Chuckled! “I speak Pirates of the Caribbean.