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”She's still my daughter. My little Ilyanna. It doesn't change anything if she goes to live in her husband's home, she will always have a place in her father's house. If I catch you boys talking like this about this bedroom again, I'll re-acquaint you with the leather belt.”

welp, excuse while i go cry in a corner and restate that I’ll never get married 🥹

ok i think the pace i’m reading at is saying a lot already but HELL NO

this is not what i mean when i said wanted historical romantasy

if she calls his face beautiful ONE MORE TIME

private messages are officially gone. i hate goodreads.

“I will not have you mistreat a guest in my home.”
“I shan’t lay so much as a hand on him,” Anthony replied. “I give you my word.”
Having never had a mother, Simon was finding this exchange fascinating. Bridgerton House was, after all, technically Anthony’s house, not his mother’s, and Simon was impressed that Anthony had refrained from pointing this out.

my eye twitcheddd THATS HIS MOTHER

buddy reading with @halima even though we have been joined at the hip obviously her entire life, this is insanely our first br 😛

“Not only that, Salil was Indian.”

I beg my finest pardon??

FINALLY BR W MY GIRL KAYLA AFTER PLANNING IT MONTHSSS AGO 🫶🏽🫶🏽

at first, i thought he would be my least favorite from her mmcs but now…..he might become my favorite

got da arcccc

i am going to kms if I don’t get a arin irl GWJEHEUEBRUWJEBEJBRHEBEURBRUEBDIENEVEIBREUBRJRHRJRHRHRVDUEUEEU

I AM UNWELL I CANNOT SURVIVE THIS

Loneliness had become a rope around my neck, and the noose tightened each time I put on the mask of Malika. No matter how comfortable I became around the Urabi, they were not Sefa and Marek. They were not Rory, Fairel, Raya.
They were not Arin.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i think….arin may be earning a place in top three book husbands maybe even tying with roma for first….

If I were a sensible woman, I would slit your throat while you slept.
Arin thrust the memory aside with an impatient hand. He did not need to scour his own mind to understand that a certain kind of violence appealed to him—that the Jasad Heir’s oceans of wrath had called to Arin like a poisoned fountain to a parched man.

THE WRITINGGGGGGGGGGGGG 😩😩😩😩😩

“Leave me alone; I want my space” has no place in the traditional Somali family, where it is normal for everybody to be in your business and for you to care what they thought.

im cryingggg this is so true

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This must have been why he hadn’t taken the pencil from the book. He’d wanted Holland to find it so he could follow her to where it led.

GOD I hate slow main characters NO DUH

January trusted him. Holland could trust him, too.

how many god dang times has she said these about BOTH of them

ya ilahi ya kareem i’m gonna MURDER her

EWWW WHAT THE FREAK

how the hell can you dream about a man who wears RIPPED JEANS??????

have i ever mentioned how dumb this is 😁🤭

my god, everyone and everything in this freaking book is so ANNOYING

She wasn’t sure what genre she was in now, but the colors were grittier, there was no pop music soundtrack, and it didn’t have nearly enough kissing.
Her eyes drifted toward Gabe.

my jaw dropped from how stupid this girl is. he’s a man you met twenty minutes ago who is potentially kidnapping you and is currently armed with a gun and seems to be annoyed with you. can you be any less dumb???

oh my days this is like the FIRST thing you’re taught as a kid about stranger danger 🤦🏽‍♀️

"A donkey kicked in the head six times wouldn't suggest such an unreasonable course of action. Are you mocking me?"
Arin looked at me until it started to hurt. A covered thumb slid across my cheekbone. "What appeal can reason have in the face of your tears?"

stop. stop everything rn, cut the show. im finished VFSJSUBDIDBDUEBDUEBDJFHFBB

"If Sylvia survives, she will return," he told Wes. His loyal guard's eyes widened.
"Sire, you cannot mean to let her go. You have chased her since—"
Arin turned his horse toward the Ivory Palace and snapped the reins.

🤭🤭🤭🤭 GO GET YOUR GIRL

We had to leave. So the following morning, we fled our home—its books of Somali poetry, its collections of African art and music, as well as the safety of its walls. Baba and two of my uncles went to my great-grandmother’s house. I didn’t get to say goodbye to her, because the rest of our family immediately embarked on the journey to get out of Somalia.

😭💔

As the war went on, there was no more news, no school, no mosque, no hospitals. Everything was taken over and repurposed into makeshift dwellings for those fleeing violence.

this is literally the way my dad described it