You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.
A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.
Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.
Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell already?” A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder. Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri’s scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m building a harem.
But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.
You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.
Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.
Human women have been slapping men for being bastards for centuries. You were doing what comes naturally.
Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.
Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly
No one has ever been able to pinpoint the trigger." "But?" "But it is legend that ambrosia only rises when-" She held her breath. "- an archangel loves true.
When you want something so bad it hurts,” he said quietly, “and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?
Some things need to be broken to become stronger.
Bluebell, you couldn’t take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back.” “Bluebell?” Illium narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, Barbarian.
He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him
To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.
You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.
She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.
A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.
The fear is like metal on my tongue—I’ve known him but a fragment of time, and yet I’m certain if I accept his suit, it will destroy a part of me when he leaves.” Keir reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re all a little broken.” Quiet. Potent. “No one goes through life with a whole heart.
Only ignorance excuses stupidity
Your name is written on my heart, Lily
A naked blade sheathed in velvet, that was Raphael's voice.
Some things were worth the dance with danger.
Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.
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