Ingris

“It’s handwritten,” Freddy whispered.
“What is?”
He pointed at the sheets of paper
Coop held.
Glancing down, Coop shook his head.
“No, buddy. This is from a printer. It’s
been typed.”
“No. It hasn’t. Me, Denny, and the
twins watched him do it for like an hour.
He wrote out each one. By hand. We had
to leave when Zoe began to cry. She was
completely freaked out.” Freddy leaned
in a little bit more and again whispered,
“I think if she’d stayed any longer, she
would have stabbed him to death. And I
don’t think the rest of us would have
tried to stop her.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Wolf with Benefits

“There’s nothing you could do to make me any more or less gay, Dad. It’s who I am.”
“It’s not who you are. It’s part of who you are, but it’s not who you are. You’re so much more than just that, and I’m proud of you. All of you." ~ Lucas' Father”
― Madison Parker, Play Me, I'm Yours

“Don’t threaten me with your eyebrows.
I’m not. I’m interrogating you with my one raised eyebrow. If I was threatening you, I’d use both eyebrows. Like this.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Wolf with Benefits

“I know he's not stupid," Julian whispered in a stricken voice. "He's not...he's not one of us, just like you said. he's the kind of man who if you gave him a gun and two choices--shoot one of your dogs or shoot yourself in the head--he'd put the gun to his ear and pull the trigger."

"Hell, Jules, you'd do the same thing if someone did that to your and your goddamned cats," Blake said in amusement.

"No," Julian murmured with a shake of his head. "No there's a third option. People like us, we're third-option people. We take the gun, stuff it in the person's mouth, and eliminate the problem. Walk off into the sunset with our kitty.”
― Abigail Roux, Warrior's Cross