Penelope

“For what it’s worth…” Sebastian’s voice was barely audible beneath the crackle of the fire. “If I could choose someone to spend my last hours with, I’d choose you.”
― Ana Huang, King of Gluttony

“The reason is because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone. Then I come home to see you sitting there, doing nothing except existing, and I can’t fucking breathe.” His voice was low and taut. “Maybe you were right. I am pissed at you because you can float through the kitchen, making pancakes and cracking jokes, while I’m using every goddamn ounce of willpower not to touch you. That’s why I don’t want to be around you. You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.”
― Ana Huang, The Defender

“The last thing I hear are whispered words in Russian. “Moya vechnost.”
― Leigh Rivers, Restitution

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered. “T’as encore un meilleur goût que je ne l'imaginais, mon ange.”
― Ana Huang, King of Gluttony