Margie

“you choose what you can handle and what you can’t. You choose which path you take to get to the end. But in the end, you are where destiny wanted you to be,”
― Amelia Hutchins, Escaping Destiny

“This caveman just made your panties wet with a kiss, and you’re the only item on the menu that I want to dine on.” A delicious shiver crept down my spine. “I'm not food.” “You’re right, Syn. You are so much more…and I wouldn’t want word getting out that I like to play with my food.” I pulled away. “It's not funny, and I'm not a fucking Fairy happy meal, Ryder!”
― Amelia Hutchins, Taunting Destiny

“You stole my car."

"Borrowed it I did, return it I will."

"Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back?”
― Amelia Hutchins, Fighting Destiny

“I'm the fucking Horde King, I don't woo."
"Woo her," Ristan continues.
"I don't woo."
"Woo," he repeats.
"I'm not the kind of man to woo anyone. I can make her scream my name to the rafters, isn't that enough wooing?"
"Woo," Ristan smirks, which only served to irritate me more.
"Woo," I grind out on an exhale.
"Yes, woo," he says, already turning to walk away. I watch his shoulders quake with laughter.
"Woo," I growl.
"Woo!" He says over his shaking shoulders.
"Fuck me," I shake my head.
"No thanks, not my type...”
― Amelia Hutchins, Escaping Destiny