Hey, I’m not judging. I’m familiar with IT-relations. Just wait until you meet our spaceship. She’s a riot.
Keep your head in the clouds and your hands on the keyboard.
The Snow White the midnight the moon tales of the mechanics.
Kai neared his desk again, seeing that the fugitive’s profile had been transferred to the screen. His frown deepened. Perhaps not dangerous, but young and inarguably good-looking. His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately.
Besides, if you are who you claim to be, that makes you my true queen. Therefore, you have my loyalty.
He was still dazed, and though she hated to admit it, he was actually rather attractive. If a girl happened to like that square-jaw, bright-blue-eyes, devilish-dimples kind of thing. Although he was in desperate need of a haircut and a good shave.
Lines drawn into his face suggested he had spent many years thinking very hard over very difficult problems.
Nothing makes an android feel more useless than when a human is crying.
I have a glitch, too. Sometimes I forget that I’m not human. I don’t think that happens to most androids.
I just think we shouldn’t judge her, or anyone, without tryo g to understand them first. That maybe we should get the full story before jumping to conclusions. Crazy notion, I know.
It would be easy to abuse a person when they never recognized it as abuse.
Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open.
The better to eat you with, my dear.
Little Red was a tender young morsel, and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.
She did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him.
I’m going to escape now.
She briefly wished she did have some sort of magic so she could shoot a bolt of lightning through his head.
It looks more like a rotting pumpkin.
I think it was hiding a princess.
But her grandmother had never suggested she could think the same of Scarlet. You’ll be fine, she always said, after a skinned knee, after a broken arm, after her first youthfull heartbreak. You’ll be fine, because you’re strong, like me.
Emilie. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.