Like my brain cells. I find they come in handy when I...oh, I don’t know...think.
The worst type of letting go isn’t the kicking or the screaming, because at least then there’s enough emotion left to fight. No, the worst type is the silent acceptance. The quietness of the release....
Mrs Collins brushed past me. My mind remained blank as i watched her walk down the hallway. For the first time, i missed the brain cells i'd fried.
I rubbed my hand over my face before glancing at Echo. A hint of her cleavage peeked from her shirt. Damn, she was sexy as hell. I wanted her, badly. Would one night be enough, even if she gave it to...
He had been feathering kisses into my hair, causing goose bumps on the back of my neck.
I’m done making this family happy.
The club, as always, has my back. Especially Pigpen. The brother adopted me as his protégé.
Taking what was the most raw and broken inside us and offering it to the other as a show of what we can’t heal on our own. It’s the most simple and heartbreaking of vulnerabilities...to admit that you...
He yanked off his shirt, revealing all of his six-pack glory.
I'm not a princess but Ryan is a knight, he just belongs to someone else.
I agree she could finance us, but the only thing I have left is my pride, and I’ll eat shit before anyone rips that from me.
Her laughter warmed me in ways a jacket couldn't.
Will you go outside on the 28th and watch the meteor shower? I know what you're thinking: 3:00am? But I think it will be beautiful. Besides, it will be cool to know that you're watching the sky at the...
I stalked over to Echo, feeling like a tiger after its prey. She backed up against the wall, but i kept up my approach. I pressed against her, feeling each sensual curve. I wanted to touch every inch...
I slam my hand into the nearest locker, almost relishing the sting.Feel better?A glance across the hallway and I freeze. Doesn’t matter how many times I see her in a day, she still manages to take my...
I added a fucked-up thought to another fucked-up thought and I created a pile of shit.
The worst type of letting go isn't thekicking or the screaming ,because at least then there's enough emotion left to fight.No,the worst type is the silent acceptance.The quietness of the release.That'...
Hey, Breanna.I glance over my shoulder. Yes?Be safe.Those are two enticing and lovely words. I will be. I have you protecting me, right?Maybe I’m misreading Razor, but his eyes travel my body like he...
He’ll put me first because he promised. I wasn’t Noah’s priority when he was seeking custody of his brothers, but he’s placed me first since then. Noah keeps his promises – always.
His dark brown eyes shifted to my covered arms. You didn't do that-did you? It was done to you?No one ever asked that question. They stared. They whispered. They laughed. But they never asked.
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