Jennifer

“I would give fucking anything for one more day. Just one.” She doesn’t stir, her hand lifeless in mine, breaths shallow but steady as she lays beneath me, looking every bit the sleeping beauty she is. But her eyes won’t open for me because they’re no longer mine to lose myself in. No more escape. No more fire and water to drown out the noise. No more flame. No more rain. No longer mine. Cracking wide, I bend over her, pressing my forehead to hers, “I’m sorry.” Feeling the shatter of finality, I press a salty, damp kiss to her temple, my whisper for her ear, my last confession, far, far too late. “I love you too, Cecelia.” No more rain.”
― Kate Stewart, One Last Rainy Day: The Legacy of a Prince

“Find Dain Aetos,” Mira tells me as we cross through the courtyard, heading for the open gate. “Dain?” I can’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Dain again, and my heart rate jumps.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Fuck”
― Ana Huang, King of Greed

“Remove your fucking hand. Or I’ll do it for you.” Beau’s voice is lower than usual, quieter. More menacing.”
― Elsie Silver, Hopeless