Sienna, meet Zacharel. He’s a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She’s mine.
I’ll carry you over my shoulder if I must, just as I did last night. If I’m forced to do it, however, I cannot guarantee you’ll make it out of this cell with your clothes on. Understand? – – It appears I am the one who will not make it out of here with my clothes on.
He would have been handsome – in a serial-killer kind of way – if not for those tattoos.
She stopped at the desk and held up a can for his view. “This looks like an ordinary hairspray can, right?” “Of course.” he said though he had no idea what hairspray was.
What was worse, he couldn’t tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her.
No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn’t worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.
He willed his body to remain unaffected. Sabin would fuss if Strider sported a hard-on around his precious. And, of course, “fuss” meant Strider would find his intestines wrapped around his neck, breathing a thing of the past.
Evelyn: There’s nothing wrong with embracing one’s emotions. Brittany: Mom, You don’t just embrace your emotions, you make love to them hard-core.
And okay, fine. If you have to kiss her, you have to kiss her. And believe me, I do not envy you. That’s taking one for the team a little far. I mean, I think I’d rather endure the stabbing myself instead of having to kiss her.
When I find my consort, I plan to stab him in the heart before he can cause me a moment’s unease. -Taliyah.
I am cruel and I am selfish, but this need I have inside me, this need for you and no other, is stronger than anything else I’ve ever encountered. I doubt two years of lockup would dull it in the slightest.
Do you think it takes true pain to experience true pleasure?
Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he’d have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.
On way. He OK? Aeron Coming. Something wrong? Lucian Take me out of your address book. William.
The golden rays of the moon paid him absolute tribute. He was a buffet of muscles and corded strength.
So what. He was made of awesome. Anyone who couldn’t see that wasn’t smart enough to be with him, anyway.
There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.
Besties before testes...
They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.
He was royalty. So what? Everyone had a flaw.