When Gabriel returned, he eagerly opened the wine, smiling to himself wickedly. He was in for a treat, and he knew it. He knew how Julianne looked when she tasted wine, and now he would have a repeat...
Some things defy language itself.
She knew that upon closer inspection Gabriel would make a lousy poker player. He had too many tells, too many ways he revealed his inner turmoil. He shut his eyes when he was close to losing his tempe...
She knew it was consonant with his character to be the avenging angel.
Resultaba agradable estar con alguien guapo y dulce al mismo tiempo. Era una combinación que se encontraba con poca frecuencia y que muchas veces no era valorada.
Oh, you can be sure we will get into all kinds of mischief. He winked. And there is a strong possibility that shenanigans and hijinks of various sorts will also occur, with regularity.
Now that we know that Spring Roll is a girl, we should probably think about setting up her room. Gabriel kept his eyes on the road as he drove the Volvo one Saturday morning in May. We should also tal...
Nicholas gave her a pained look. Wanting someone, needing someone, isn't a vice.
Melrose Diner, South Philly, tomorrow at nine A.M.
Listen, motherfucker, you’re lucky we aren’t in the same room or you’d be spending the evening in surgery trying to have your head reattached to your body. If I find out that you’ve contacted her agai...
La mitad de ti siempre será mejor que cualquier otra persona al completo.
Julianne, we will never be equals. You are my better.
Julianne, if one were doing a cost-benefit analysis, I would be a high-cost, high-risk, low-benefit venture.
In Dante’s philosophy, lust is a misplaced love, but a kind of love nonetheless. For this reason, it is the least evil of the seven deadly sins.
If he could communicate to her with his body, perhaps he failed to see the need to communicate with words.
I would like you to talk to someone.Julia lowered her eyes? I talk to you.I meant someone who isn't an ass.
I want to take care of you
I didn’t know what darkness was until I lost you
He searched her face for any sign of sarcasm but saw none. Her shoulders were hunched, and her head was down. He’d made his little rose wither. Any blossoming had now been completely undone.
He knew he lived in hell. He accepted it. He rarely complained. But truth be told, he desperately wished he could make his escape. His prayers went unanswered, and his plans for reform were almost alw...