Amanda

“. . . for to mistreat a book is most certainly a punishable crime.”
― Sarah Monzon, An Overdue Match

“You don’t want me for an enemy.” I’m deadly serious but have no idea how I’m going to back that up.
“Call yourself whatever you want.” He takes my arm, his touch electric and firm. “I’m calling you mine.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, One Cursed Rose

“Yes, years,” he says. “Decades, if that’s what it takes. You don’t get it, little violet. A love like ours? It’s meant to last. But at the end of things, this I swear to you: you will wear my ring. I will serve you on my knees. And we will never be parted until the sky itself falls into the sea.”
― Evie Marceau, Silver Wings Golden Games

“What I feel? Like how I want to take your pain away and yet throttle you at the same moment? How your stupid dimples are infuriating, look for them every time you smile because I know that's a real smile. I don't know why I look forward to arguing with you, but I do. You're clever, and you are kinder than even you realise- even though I know you have earned the title of the Dark One. You are a puzzle I want to figure out, but at the same time, don't. And when I realised You have so many masks- so many layers, I kept wanting to peel them back, even though I fear it will only hurt more in the end.'

I shook my head as I curled my fingers around the collar of my tunic. 'I don't understand any of this. Like how do I want to stab you and kiss you at the same time? And I know you said that I deserve to be with someone who didn't kidnap me, or someone I don't want to stab-'

'Forget I said that,' he said, closer to me when I looked up. 'I have no idea what I was talking about. Maybe I didn't even say that.'

My lips twitched. 'You totally said that.'

'You're right. I did. Forget it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire