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  • #1
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “You smell good, too,” said Patch

    It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”

    Naked. I know the drill.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

  • #2
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

  • #3
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. I knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars from when he’d fallen once again replaced with wings—wings I, and every other human, couldn’t see.

    “Five dollars says you can’t do it again,” I said, coming up behind him.

    Patch looked back and grinned. “I don’t want your money, Angel.”

    “Hey now, kids, let’s keep this discussion PG-rated,” Rixon said.

    “All three remaining pins,” I challenged Patch.

    “What kind of prize are we talking about?” he asked.

    “Bloody hell,” Rixon said. “Can’t this wait until you’re alone?”

    Patch gave me a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table.

    “Aye, now you’re in trouble, lass,” Rixon shouted at me over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Patch. Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up.

    “You got lucky,” I said.

    “I’m about to get lucky.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

  • #4
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “I believe in destiny Angel. I believe every choice I've made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for a very long time. I may have fallen from heaven, but I fell for you.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick

  • #5
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

  • #6
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer.
    Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan.
    "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

  • #7
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “Patch reached for my hand and pushed my dad's ring off the tip of his finger and into my palm, curling my fingers around it. He kissed my knuckles. "I was going to give this back earlier, but it wasn't finished."

    I opened my palm and held the ring up. The same heart was engraved on the underside, but now there were two names carved on either side of it: NORA and JEV.

    I looked up. "Jev? That's your real name?"

    "Nobody's called me that in a long time.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

  • #8
    Jennifer L. Armentrout
    “Thanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.”

    He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.”

    I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped.

    “It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.”

    Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.”

    “A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.”

    I flipped him off.”
    Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

  • #9
    Jennifer L. Armentrout
    “Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
    Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

  • #10
    Thomas  Harris
    “Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #11
    Thomas  Harris
    “Silence can mock.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #12
    Thomas  Harris
    “God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #13
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #14
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow; I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone;
    And all I loved, I loved alone.
    Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life- was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still:
    From the torrent, or the fountain,
    From the red cliff of the mountain,
    From the sun that round me rolled
    In its autumn tint of gold,
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by,
    From the thunder and the storm,
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Alone

  • #15
    Ai Yazawa
    “I wanted to have a good relationship. One that's romantic and dramatic, like in the movies. But I finally became a woman at 17 and learned that men aren't really that simple.”
    Ai Yazawa, Nana, Vol. 1

  • #16
    Ai Yazawa
    “I wasn't really able to love someone but I couldn't help but want to be loved.”
    Ai Yazawa, Nana, Vol. 4

  • #17
    Ai Yazawa
    “Laugh at love and love will make you cry.”
    Ai Yazawa, Nana, Vol. 1

  • #18
    Ai Yazawa
    “To love someone, why do you need society's approval and permission?”
    Ai Yazawa

  • #19
    Ai Yazawa
    “I was happy anywhere I could see the ocean.”
    Ai Yazawa, Nana, Vol. 18



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