Love is so much like deathCertainAbsoluteAnd out of our control
My second climax soared from my toes to my head like an electric shock, sending me to heaven, and when he closed his lips over my swollen clit and sucked it with force, I was pretty sure every angel i...
No love is fully requited. No love is equal. No love is fair. There is always one side that loves more. And you better not be that side—because it suffers
Our first dinner as an engaged couple.
Point was, she had plenty of girlfriends and a sister who made Lucifer look like a Care Bear.
She was in a probing mood, and I wasn’t in the business of denying my mother anything, especially when she’d spent the past week throwing up mucus, retching all night. Dad had put pillows all around t...
She’s a work of artAnd as suchThere’s nothing more devastatingThan watching her break
Spending time with my staff reminded me why humans were my least favorite creatures.
The Creation of Adam.
The girl got a kiss on the lips from the boy who no longer howled at the moon and cried on a tree. On the forehead. Like friends do. Then he kissed her on the lips, like lovers do. Then he kissed the...
Ocean.
Retirement party, and
Two things people should be grateful for without asking—love and to be saved. You are offered both. Yet, my dear, you seem quite ungracious.
What does Miss LeBlanc have that the rest of the human population doesn’t? she inquired, meaning I’d never sent anyone flowers, let alone an amount that could potentially fill a whole forest. I smirke...
Women like men who play hockey, football, basketball and golf (okay, scratch golf). Women love men who know how to fight.
Would you like the secret to disarming Wolfe Keaton, my dear girl?(…) Yes, I heard myself say.Love him. He will be defenseless against your love.
Francesca Rossi, you’re even prettier than you were last summer.You always say that.And I always mean it. I’m not in the habit of wasting words.
I always wondered what a royal bitch would find in a dirty stray. But I know now. Oh, I know very well why girls of pedigree love the mutts. They’re forbidden. Exciting. And taming them is a challenge...
I flew directly into my cage, asking him to lock me inside. Because the beautiful lie was far more desirable than the awful truth. The cage was warm and safe. No harm could find me. I wrapped my arms...
I would always rather be happy than dignified. —Charlotte Brontë,
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