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Habia perdido mi princesa, pero su recuerdo valía cada oscuro y doloroso rincón de mi corazon.! Sawyer Vincent

Haces que me sienta fuerte, me haces sentir que puedo luchar contra el mismísimo destino. Si estás leyendo esta carta, es que he fracasado. Pero has de estar orgulloso de mí, Max; lo he intentado con todas mis fuerzas.

Had Zach just apologised for kissing her? She didn’t know whether to cry or slap his face. ~Maddie

Guys are so lucky. They don’t have to deal with this after they come. A quick wipe up and they’re good to go. While us ladies are squeezing fresh baby batter from our hot boxes for the next three hours. Or is that just me? It damn well better not be. If you say so, you’re lying. The inner thigh cum slide is a real thing.

Hailey winked, then came over to Callie. "Sit down and tell me what you need." "A man?" she blurted, then shut her eyes. Damn. Totally not what she meant to say. Hailey threw her head back and laughed. "It's about time you said that, although I don't know if you need a man so much as to get laid." The other customer at the counter sputtered his coffee and Callie laughed, turning to him. "She meant that I don't need a man in my life, just an orgasm. I'm not a lesbian. Well, I made out with a couple girls when I was, like, nineteen, but that was just experimenting. It's good to make sure you're sure about what you want, you know?" The man blushed hard, put money on the counter, and scurried away.

Guys get a bad rap for not wanting to talk about their feelings but maybe women are in part to blame for that. One thing that I learned from working with people where English was not their first language was this: just because they don’t speak your language doesn’t mean that they’re dumb. Maybe we just need to talk more slowly, use simpler words and have lots more patience.

Had S E X? Sex, you can say it Charlie! Put your big girl panties on and be a grown up, you certainly can’t do it if you can’t even say it.” Bethany winked “And oh my God, what are you waiting for? It’s been over a month. After your five year dry spell, I’d think you’d be ready for some ‘wet weather’.

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty," he mumbled to himself, "now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.

Had she been kidnapped? If she had, they'd been very efficient, but why take her damn coffee? That was just cruel.

Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand.

Hang on for a wild ride full of domineering and sexy as sin stallions! —Speedefrog

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

Hank Knight asked questions about Jesse Rose and an item that was taken from her crib the night she was kidnapped. His questions led our lawyer to believe Hank had knowledge about the crime and possibly where Jesse Rose is now. I think he got too close to the truth. Too close to the kidnapper's accomplice. And if I'm right then you can help me prove it.

Hanya dalam hitungan menit, hanya dengan beberapa patah kata percakapan, semua yang mati-matian berusaha aku lupakan, datang kembali seperti arus deras dari arah hulu.

Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. "I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered. "So am I." In spite of the reassuring weight of his bracelet on her wrist, Jane suddenly felt shy. It seemed strange to be so close to Stan, to feel his crisp clean shirt against her cheek. She could not look up at him. Gently Stan lifted her face to his. "You're my girl," he whispered. -Fifteen

Half the pleasure is in the anticipatin' of it.

Happiness envelopes the heart.

Happiness comes easier when I'm thinking of you.

Happiness is being emerged in thoughts of you.

Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure.

Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure. There is an eternal war between these two gods, and the first one is only winning until the second one shows up. And when it shows up from around the corner, with bared shoulders and lips swollen from all the kissing, happiness is being put aside like a book that' open in the middle, to finish it later when it rains and there's nothing else to do.

Happy is the man who marries the woman he wants; happier is the man who marries the woman he needs.

Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.

Ha…should have known it. A bloody Yank.

Has she glanced you way yet?" Twice," Nick said on a note of satisfaction. Meaning?" Nick glanced at him. "She's not completely disinterested." I see Moreland. That makes it an even half dozen hanging out for a rich wife. Four looking for their second. Rossman, the old satyr, certainly isn't likely to be much competition. What in the hell does he think he's doing anyway? He must be sixty." Basking, I should think. She hasn't given him the cold shoulder yet," Nick responded coolly.

HASSEN: Perhaps I will never get over the shame of disappointment, but it will not destroy me.

Hate was the blazing beauty that consumed the world in its flames. Love could never consume anything but the heart of a fool.

Haven't you heard? Opposites attract." "yeah, but you're talking about fire and gasoline. With him and you, it's more like pablum and sass." "Which do I get to be?" "Darlin', you are all sass, all the time.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?” Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. “No” I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.” "I can't.

Have you always been so refined? Your attitude and that mouth.” He sucked air through his teeth and grimaced. “Do you kiss your Mother with it?” I answered like the smart ass he knew I was. “I did before she died. Of course, my mouth was clean back then. It took years of trial and error to blossom into the fine outstanding young woman you see before you today.

Have I told you that you are my every dream?" Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.

Have you considered extreme, desperate measures like talking to her again?" "Yeah, but, well..." "You've yeah-but your way to this point," said Jean. "You're going to yeah-but this mess until it's time to go home, and I don't doubt you'll yeah-but her out of your life. Quit circling at a distance. Go talk to her, for Preva's sake.

Haven’t you heard, Chase? I don’t have a good side. I’m the bad Hart, the one who causes trouble. There’s a reason they call me Wild Hart, you know.” She saw the flicker of apprehension in his eyes before they clouded and he grasped her shoulders, setting her back a few steps, putting space between them. “That’s not who you are.

Have you checked your ass out lately? It’s pretty dang distracting, darling.” ~ Gunner Wilson

Have you ever asked yourself this question "what can God do through me?" The preacher has no platform if the people has no sense of mission.

Have you come to return my pussy?” I shook my head, sure the reception must be bad. “Huh?” “My cat. You stole my cat yesterday. Have you come to return him?

Have you ever been friends with a girl before?” she finally asked. “Friends?” “Yes. Friends.” “Have a beer and shoot some pool friends? Or the kind with benefits?” She laughed out loud, shook her head and grinned. “Have you ever been friends with a girl without having sex mixed into the equation?” “Not since I was sixteen,” he admitted and then felt his neck heat.

Have you ever heard about string theory? Everything is tied together, works together, shrinks, expands, and breathes together. Maybe we're on the same string, baby. We're right beside each other. We're the same thing." His mouth takes mine. He pulls away. "My blood, your blood..." Another kiss...his voice hot on my cheek. "One day I tried to calculate the odds of how we met. The odds of February 14. There are no odds. For us, there are no odds because it isn't chance." - Kellan

Have you ever make out time to ask God if there is anything or anybody you need to drop in your life? Are you still holding on to offences? When is the right time to drop it? I am sure once you make this attempt He will show you. I declare that God is going to set some captives free.

Have you gone crazy?" "Have you gone crazy, Master.

Have you ever had a book you couldn’t help but flip through when you remembered it? A book you kept coming back to, over and over again? That’s what you are to me

Have you ever had a moment in time when it felt like it moved in slow motion? As if a split second felt like an hour because your mind cannot seem to process in the instant it’s supposed to, and the moment implodes on itself so you can barely breathe, and everything feels like a dream. A slow, heart-wrenching, time-freezing, dream. Well, this was one of those moments for me.

Have you noticed ... that he actually hadn't made any promises to you?

Have you ever loved someone so intensely, so entirely ,that it's painful to be apart from them? I'm not talking about being in a long-distance relationship or even a particularly painful case of unrequited love. I'm talking about being in a completely different world from the other person, a world where you can see them and hear them but you can't touch them and they can't see or hear you.

Have you ever believed in something so completely that you were willing to give up everything and everyone in your life to protect it?

Have you ever imagined walking with me? A long walk on an empty road, on a cold night. Where there is no one around, except us. My hand touches yours, in the name of sweet accidents. The stars decide to shine and the galaxies decide to burst inside me, instead of the sky. And all of a sudden, my hands try to play with your fingers. Until my fingers fill the gaps between yours.

Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?” Thrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child’s toy? “I own a few of them.” “Then you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you—the doll I’m searching for.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to choose between your loved ones, knowing that whatever you decided, you would have to lie to one of them?’ ‘Yes. More than once.’ Elijah’s words sounded far too cold in the sudden silence. His finely chiselled face tensed up and his eyes grew cold. ‘And before you ask, I chose you every time.

Have you lost your damn mind? Running like that?” He spoke in Spanish. “You’re pushing me over the edge, Antonio.” She pitched her voice so low he could barely hear. “Bringing me to this place, hanging the possibility of my father out in front of me. You are driving me to do crazy things.” “Kiss me,” he whispered into her ear. “Now you’ve lost your mind.

Having answered the call, the relief far outweighed the discomfort as the heat and the thin dry air of the new word enveloped her...The demon before her - and she hadn't been told for sure that's what they were, she was taking an educated guess- had a figure pressed against him, one scaly limb securing its prey.