Prisila lua

“If she doesn't want to be friends with us, I certainly don't want to be friends with her. Hell, I didn't like the bitch anyway.”
― C.C. Hunter, Born at Midnight

“That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year."
"Why?" Isabelle said.
"So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Wait,' Della said 'Let me see if I understand... you want me to tell her this?' Sarcasm spilled out with her words.
'Yeah,' he said as if he didn't understand her issue.
'Why don't you tell her?' Della slipped a hand on her hip.
He made a face. 'Shes's your ghost.'
'My ghost? Why the hell is she my ghost?'
'Because she's closer to you.'
'Says who?'
He opened his mouth and nothing came out right away. Then words spurted out of his lips. 'Because...Because...' His eyes widened as if he figured something out. 'Because she gave you the picture of Natasha. And Natasha has some connection to your family.'
His reasoning made sense, perfect sense, but Della didn't want to see it that way. Refused to see it that way. She didn't want to be alone with some dead person. Sharing it with him wasn't the ideal situation, but she hadn't come up with this plan.
'That doesn't make her mine,' Della insisted 'She talks to both of us. We've got joint custody here, buddy. You should have thought about this before you bonded with me And don't try to skip out of your responsibility.'
'It's a ghost,' he said 'Not a baby.”
― C.C. Hunter, Eternal

“Wow,” Kylie muttered, and grinned.
“Yeah, wow.” Della leaned in closer. “I think Perry just grew a pair.”
Kylie bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. “If this was a movie,
there would be some music playing in the background.”
“I could sing,” Della chuckled.
“And ruin it,” Kylie teased back. “I’ve heard you singing in the
shower.” Both grinning, they looked back at the kissing couple.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn