Giovanna

“I told myself again that I wanted this, but I couldn’t silence the rising scream inside of me. The no. I’d long thought Ciari was beautiful, and I even had the urge to be near her, but as soon as she’d started kissing me, as soon as I started even imagining going beyond kissing with her, I lost interest. More than that: I wanted to run the other way.”
― AdriAnne Strickland, Beyond the Black Door

“Perhaps romance isn’t for me.” I tried to make my tone light, but instead it came out bright and brittle. Shame washed over me in a sudden flood. I tried to pull away from him, but his hands shifted around my waist and held me still. “Kamai, stop. I don’t mind at all how you feel. It’s … interesting, honestly.” He sounded almost surprised, and that utterly surprised me—until doubt came raging in with my shame. “Yes, interesting. Like I’m some freak of nature. I’m all wrong. I don’t feel things like … like…” Normal people. “You’re more like me.”
― A.M. Strickland, Beyond the Black Door

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Is it too late to love you, Lev Fedorov?” she asked him, her hands finding his, and he shook his head, pulling her with him.

“Sasha, it’s never too late for us”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy