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Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Everything changes, and there’s no denying that. But change isn’t always bad, as long as you hold onto who you truly are, and hold onto each other.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

Her voice. That's what drew me to her. It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic. Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.

Freedom is a state of mind.

He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all train of thought and strip naked. His lips were red and a little swollen from our kiss. And I'd be damned if I didn't want to nibble on his lower lip, too.

Fucking is easy, dating is not. — Duke

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to hit him. Not just for his presumptuousness, but for the way my heart jumped to my throat at his words and how his eyes looked me over.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I ate a rabbit for you." "Is that supposed to be romantic?" "Why? Do you want it to be romantic?" Trent and Kiara, Scarred

I can’t just take it.’ ‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the floor, moving her foot once and then back again. Still her hand is offered to me, still flinching with the ring in her palm. ‘What do you want for it?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘You must want something.’ ‘I... got what I wanted.’ She smiles, such a light, smooth movement of her lips, but it dies out so quickly, like a candle light being blown in the wind. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I got to see you again, to give it to you.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

If I'm supposed to be SO powerful then why can't I destroy that thing?

If you already know the answer, why are you trying to make me say it?" "Because I'm a girl, an that's what we do.

I could so totally rock the homeless scene if I didn’t have a baby growing inside me.

I know,” I whispered and when he blinked up, his familiar eyes looking past the surface, burning with everything I felt, I was sucked in, and all common sense was gone.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.

I love you to insanity. I'm not even sure if it's a good thing.'' — Duke

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

I’m not a bad person.

I'm not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

I listen closely to her breathing getting slower, deeper until her hand settles over my heart, only beating for her. — Duke

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

I think it's time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

It's easy to forget that life is the greatest gift of all

It’s a matter of when I’ll stop fighting. — Duke

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first date." “Well, then.” I gave her a huge smile. “We’re screwed.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

I was so close to her that I could lean down just a bit...her lips were so close...I could lean down and kiss those full pink lips. I heard her heartbeat speeding up in her chest and it almost shattered any control that I had.

Love when you can, and fight when you must, but stand together and never give up, not to the enemy, and not on each other.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

My lover is dead. And they think I killed him. I'm running rogue. Hell bent on both revenge and redemption. Whatever it takes, I'm going to finish a job that began nine months ago. An unauthorized assignment that turned horribly, devastatingly wrong. My miscalculation. My fault. My heart left shattered into incomplete pieces which will never wholly fit back together again. But first I have to outsmart my former organization and the hired killer they've sent after me; a ghost from my past who knows my every move, who’s been inside my head, my heart, my dreams and memories: Jaxson. I'm the traitor, Kylie. The rogue mercenary, Jaxon's newest assignment. And this is our love story.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

More than the attraction - like a magnetic pull - between us, more than the tiny nagging voice that said he wouldn't hesitate to drink my blood and what then? Did he give me any reason to trust him? As far as a reason not to trust him, this was a reason, right here.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

May your song guide you home.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

Part of me was slightly pissed off that this kiss with him hadn’t happened sooner. As in years ago sooner. Because this one little kiss—it literally rocked my world. He was morphine and I was an instant addict.