He turned and sauntered out of my cell, knowing I would do exactly what he said--just like I always did when he threatened with the life of my brother.
There’s a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with that deep penetratin...
I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.
Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he’s only holding...
Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. “They say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad.”“Oh God … That’s so lame,” I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin. “I believe...
I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.
Duty over fear.
You'll regret that, Bourkan.
Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage.
In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.
It's been a pleasure pleasing you.
They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.
