“From afar, Alex Winslow looked like nothing could penetrate his armor. But he was an artist—and an artist’s armor is full of bullets and cracks. That’s how the lyrics and notes seep through.”
Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen
“He can do whatever he wants with me. He can stab me with a knife and I’ll be lying on the ground, dying, drawing little hearts in blood.”
My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent
“I can tell when you’re aroused, like now. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it on your skin. I can—sense it. ”
The sensations are the details
that make up the story of our lives.
- Oscar Wilde
“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
“As I walked back through my own yard to get my purse out of the house, I spotted a lone dandelion full of fluff. I bent and plucked it out of the ground and held it up to my lips, closing my eyes and recalling Anne’s words. After a minute, I whispered, “Peace,” before I blew and watched the fluff float out of sight, hoping that somehow one of those seeds carrying my whisper would reach that something or someone who had the power to make wishes come true.”
Archer's Voice by Mia Sheridan
“I laugh, relieved that she’s . . . that she simply exists. And that we were lucky enough to exist in the same lifetime, in the same area of the world, in the same state. And that, after all these years, I surprisingly wouldn’t change a single thing about what ultimately brought us together.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover
“His demons dance with mine,” she murmured softly.
The Reaper by RuNyx
His kiss turned frantic, his hands reckless. I tried to grab his belt again, and this time, he let me. I made quick work of removing it and opening the buttons on his shirt. When I reached the collar, he raised his chin. I removed the plastic piece and stripped him down to his boxer briefs.
His erection tented the fabric, pointing directly at the juncture of my legs.
“The realm of no return.” I gripped the waistband and met his eyes.
“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened. “I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”
Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin
SLEEPY HOLLOW, dir. Tim Burton (1999)
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