Bonnie Cook

“Facebook, Oliver. You’d know what I’m talking about if you logged in more than once. All you’ve posted is an off-centered picture of a blurry raccoon.” “I’m still getting acclimated to the camera feature.” “You also only have two friends, and they’re both fake accounts.” “They told me I had funds available in a deceased relative’s account that they would help me retrieve. It sounded promising.” A sharp laugh hits me. “You didn’t even accept my friend request.” “You weren’t offering me two-million dollars.” Another laugh that prompts my own.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, Lotus

“Congratulations on tomorrow,” Bron said, grinning. “A fitting end, eh?” A fitting end would have been me in a grave, burning in hell.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“No—no. But I didn’t have to say it. Thunder cracked behind me, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other. People screamed, falling back, a few vanishing outright as darkness erupted. I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. “Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Will called us. “Alex,” he said, standing back and watching them. “Emory.” Alex immediately went to his side, but I stayed rooted. A fire lit behind his eyes. “I will raise hell and reduce this house to ash if you act like this is a choice for one more second!” he bellowed at me and then pointed to his side. “Now!” I jumped, tingles throbbing between my legs, and I clenched my teeth, walking over to him.”
― Penelope Douglas, Nightfall