Rafaela Goeppinger

“Cold?” Christian asks softly and bends to lick and suckle all the ice cream off me once more, his mouth hot compared to the cool of the ice.
Oh my. It’s torture. As it starts to melt, the ice cream runs off me in rivulets on to the bed. His lips continue their slow torture, sucking hard, nuzzling, softly—Oh please!—I’m panting.
“Want some?” And before I can confirm or deny his offer, his tongue is in my mouth, and it’s cold and skilled and tastes of Christian and vanilla. Delicious.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“الانسان وحش كاسر...انه يفعل مايختار. انه يسلك الطريق الذي يختاره لنفسه. امامه بوابه الجحيم وبوابه الفردوس متلاصقين, وهو يدخل ايهما يختار.. الشيطان لايدخل سوى النار , والملاك لايدخل سوى الفردوس . اما الانسان فأنه يدخل أيا منهما حسب اختياره”
― نيقوس كازانتزاكس, المسيح يُصلب من جديد

“We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts.”
― Nick Hornby

“Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise