As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest.-Butch and Marissa
As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me...I'm going to, Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his g...
As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn’s fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA...
And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
I am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)
Go, he thought. Shooting across
You’re going to kill me anyway. —
You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?I am one. Death is my enemy.Yeah, it is, isn't it. God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpel's your...
You know what you just proved? What? That even real males need airsick bags sometimes? No. She kissed him again. That somebody can say ‘I love you’ without speaking.
You don’t have to be searching to find what you need.
You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath
You didn’t need to know the specifics about a male like that to be fully aware he was a Taylor Swift song waiting to happen.
You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.
What are you going to do? He stared at her for a long moment. Maybe I’m finally going to be an angel tonight.
Well, too bad, boys—life wasn’t an epi of Doctor Who. And you know what?
To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, an the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to...
There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go.
Then how about we start with a shower, he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.
The Brother looked right into Xcor’s eyes. I am Hharm’s son. So are you. We are brothers by blood. Xcor’s heart began to pound so hard his head hurt. And then he felt his stare narrow of its own volit...
Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one’s own creation.