Natalia

“Sometimes my eyes open and I know, somewhere in my bones, that I have formed myself to the shape of waking up beside you.”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“You like pussy, Rika?” Anger heated my skin. I pulled my seatbelt back on, not looking at him as I answered. “I’d take one to bed before your dick.”
― Penelope Douglas, Corrupt

“What you’ve forgotten is that the heart beating inside your chest isn’t fucking yours,” he snarls. “It’s mine. And if my heart has stopped working, then pull that trigger, little mouse. Kill the rest of me. I’m nothing if I’m not the reason you breathe.”
― H.D. Carlton, Hunting Adeline

“If I ever decide to give my heart to you, Dima, she’d said, holding his hand palm up, then cut it out of my chest and keep it somewhere safe, where no one else can get to it. Keep it locked somewhere, she murmured, repeating the old stories as she brushed her lips against the lines of his palm: Inside a needle, inside of an egg, which is inside of a duck, which is inside a hare, which is in an iron chest—and then bury it under our green oak tree, Dima, where no one will ever find it.

Keep it safe for me, Dima, will you?”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy