The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.Sh**, had Layla lost the pr...
The female was out and around to him quicker than a breath, and as she slipped and slid, and then landed right on him, Trez wanted to scream. He didn’t. Nope. As she fell on top of him…he put his arms...
The front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps to the ground. She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself...
The goatee was a neutral—unless you assessed it on style. In which case the fucker was a travesty of Rogaine proportions.
The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.
The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?The New York Yankees, Butch replied.
The impending separation from love, more than the ending of life, had kept all that faith alive. It was the hope of having a little more time to love that had made her mother hold crosses, and look to...
The look in Manny´s eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger...
The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.
The more you’re exposed to trauma, the more hardened you become to it and the safer you are. And that is a really suck-ass fucking equation, but it is the goddamn truth.Butch
The past is what it is—good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.
The poor thing had cowered away from the sides of the pan, blackened on top, and developed drying cracks. It was inedible, better suited to the construction supply trade than to a dinner plate. A few...
The princess stood in the center of the cabin, her brilliant red robes and the rubies at her throat and her bloodred eyes all the color of hatred. With her stark hair twisted up off her neck, and her...
The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.
The second he caught her scent, he stopped. ! Are you sure you should be up? Turned out the smell of the food was one hell of a distraction: the spike of hunger she got in response enough to halt her...
The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie, V muttered as they took the steps with care.Wouldn't that require more black candles for yo...
The stress and suffering were unimaginable, and in the back of her mind, she recognized that however much she had assumed she’d sympathized with her patients’ families before, had known what they were...
The strong do not wallow. They move forward.
The territorial anger lit his chest up like a bonfire, teeing off a blaze of power that roared in his body.
The thing was, all mortals were going to lose the ones they loved. It was the way life worked. But for most of the time, that reality was so far off in the mind that it had no more weight than a mere...
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