Ayda

“I crossed the distance between us and I reared back and slapped him as hard as I could. Hands trembling with rage, I stood my ground and said what would hurt him the most.

“Lochlan was right about you, piece of shit,” I said on a shaky voice and his eyes flashed with fury.

He grabbed my arm painfully, whipping me around to face him as if he was going to spew more ugly words at me, but nothing came out. Instead, his brows creased as if in confusion and his eyes danced from my chest to my face and back. I yanked the lapel of my coat over my chest, which had been exposed from the low neckline of my blouse, and wrestled myself from his grip. Taking a step back, our eyes met and my skin crawled at the devious intent written in his glare. His chin lifted and a shit-eating grin spread across his face, eyes gleaming with an unspoken threat.”
― Jill Ramsower, Shadow Play

“If someone
Loves you,
They would
Respect you.
If someone
Loves you,
They would
Protect you.
If the one that
Loves you
Hurts you,
Then who is
Supposed to
Protect you.”
― Leva Khal, Tiny Little Brother

“Crawling around on the table was a tiny man gathering crumbs. He was about six inches tall, if he were to stand up. He had greenish skin with brown hair and appeared similar to a doll-sized human wearing little scraps of clothing. Sensing he had an audience, the little man also froze. His already large eyes opened even farther as we held each other's stare and time seemed to stand still. The moment ended in an instant when the man vanished, like a bubble that burst, he was just gone.”
― Jill Ramsower, Shadow Play

“Jesus Christ is dressed to reflect the appropriate holiday. Which is why the eight-foot-tall statue of Jesus Christ is currently covered in a white bedsheet. He's dressed as a ghost”
― Colleen Hoover, Without Merit