“He Begins To Tie Me Up With The Lights, Looping And Twisting Them Around My Arms Until He Reaches

“To the girls who never noticed Prince Charming…

…because the monster under their bed did that thing they liked with his tongue…”

Manik by Amo Jones

“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”

Cameron Diaz, Vanilla Sky

“I lift my hands to the doorframe above her head and I smile down at her. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper.

She smiles and then ducks her head. “I feel stupid.”

“I barely know you, so I’m not about to argue with you over your level of intelligence, because you could very well be as dumb as a rock. But at least you’re pretty.”

She laughs and focuses on my eyes for a beat, but then her focus falls to my mouth and God, I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so bad it hurts and now I can’t smile anymore because I’m in too much pain.

“What’s wrong?”

I grimace and grip the doorframe tighter. “I want to kiss you really, really bad and I’m doing everything in my power not to do that yet.”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

Wow

I was just reading Monsters in the Dark series... the second one to be exact... and it’s just WOW.

Most beautiful violent and amazing story.

I was hot and bothered. I was horrified. I was confused. I was heartwarming. And I was crying my eyes out.

I can’t even think straight right now.

“I try to focus on his eyes, but there are drops of water on his lips, and it’s hard not to stare.”

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

“I didn’t see the funny, complex, tortured guy I wanted so badly to fix. All I saw was a broken prince with pleading eyes who was on the verge of tears. Man tears. Not angry or exasperated or annoyed. But real and sad and deep.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

“Hesitantly, she reached out her baby finger and linked it with his own. This was her way of holding his hand without others seeing.

He curved his pinky around hers, looking at her from out of the corner of his eye.”

“…The marker is still in her fist. I pry it from her fingers and she opens her eyes, just as I slip my fingers beneath the collar of her shirt. I pull it down, exposing the skin over her heart. I pull the cap off the marker with my teeth and then press the marker to her chest. I write four letters directly over her heart.

MINE

I put the cap back on the marker, and then I kiss her one last time before I turn and walk away.

It’s the most we’ve ever communicated and the least we’ve ever said.”

Maybe Now by Colleen Hoover