Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
In the end, you will not see the physical beauty in others that caught your eye, but the fire that burned within them. This kind of beauty is the bonfire you had to attend.
Blay’s head whipped around to his mate. Really? You asked my dad? Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. It’s my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.
Say it, I gritted out.The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
Mates such as they must stand by one another
If you can't ignore imperfections, then your imaginary ideal soulmate will always remain pending till you grow old and die.
Do you ever think?What?They were lying together on the sofa that had always been there, the crappy beat-up biscuit-colored sofa that was managing, as best it could, its promotion from threadbare junk...
He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards...
What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?