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“And with that, she’s striding away as I watch her retreating form. “Oh, and Kai?” she calls, her voice casual. And then I’m ducking. She spun, throwing the knife so suddenly that I barely had time to dodge before it sank into the wooden target a few feet behind me. “I don’t want your mercy. Next time we fight,” I can see her blue eyes smoldering from where I stand, “impress me.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I spin her if only to give myself some time to think. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is. “Blue,” I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“No im not looking for a sugar daddy and ur not Keanu reeves stop DMing me.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Not in Love

“If I kiss you—really kiss you, like how I’ve wanted to, how I’ve waited to—should I expect a dagger at my throat?” His voice is rough, his gaze greedy. And then I reach up slowly and flick the tip of his nose. This time, I do take a moment to memorize the smile he gives me. “I guess you’ll have to kiss me to find out.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless