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"You fucking broke my wrist!" the man screams
Dayton shrugs. "Count yourself lucky. I took the hands off the last guy who touched our girl."

LMFAOOO

"I don't know who you three think you are," the red-haired man rasps, "but this is between me and my fiancée.
Oh-ho-ho." Dayton throws his head back in a humorless chuckle. "So, you're the famous fiancé who's unable to satisfy a woman?"

IM DEADDD

“I truly am not here to see you, my dear Kel. I’m here for…” I see his lips say ‘her’. But in my head, I hear, You.

AHHHH MATES

“Am I still your prisoner?” “Oh, Rosalina, you’re reading my mind now,” he murmurs. “On the contrary. You were never my prisoner, and I was always yours.”

“It’s not a spark. It’s an eternal fire that burns from deep within my heart and reaches out to you.” Ferocity flickers in Kel’s gaze. “And every moment I am not touching you, it eats my soul inside out, tearing me apart, until merely looking at you is an anguish I would only wish upon my worst enemy.”

🥹

short white hair and stunning red eyes.

oh sadie how i miss you 🥹

“One hundred and twenty million dollars. If you cancel the wed-ding, you'll have the full amount in your account by tomorrow morning.”

“If you get divorced, you can get tips from Davenport on how to win her back. It worked for him.”
“Where is he anyway?” Xavier asked. “He’s in town.”
“It’s his old wedding anniversary.” Dante smirked. “You can bet he’s not missing that celebration again.”

IM PISSING THEY STILL DRAGGING IT

The delight that lit Ayana's face made me wish I was the type of man who laughed easily, if only so I could see her smile more often.

ugh i love him he’s so down bad already

“Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m sure you don’t care about what happens to my shoes.” I care about everything relevant to you.

If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.

I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.

Because they were getting married. Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.

I’m forty-eight years old. What business do I have with a six-year-old son and another kid on the way?

wow my dad can relate

Install a clothesline in the backyard of my future house. No one has those anymore!

I blink. I just installed a clothesline. She has that now. I keep going.

something that represents Jordan was the only thing I wanted on me for the rest of my life. The birthday girl and her wishes. She’ll always be a part of me.

roll the creds

Does this guy have a hard-on for me or something? Why’s he always trying to talk to me?

this is hilarious coming from the mmc 😭

I have a huge crush on the new English Lit teacher here. I caught him staring at me today.

This is Mr. Caed. Isn’t he yummy?! He drives a fucking motorcycle to school, Lil. Think I’m going to ask him out for coffee tomorrow!

I breathed hard through my nose to calm the frantic thrumming of my heart. Shit. Shit. Shit.

sister like sister 😭

“Don’t ever hesitate to touch me, Lilia. You’re the only one who can. It was you who dragged my heart from this insensate slumber. And it’s you for whom it beats now.” Sighing, he stroked his hand down my hair, brows pulled tight. “It’s a fucking wreckage, though. Scarred and caged by ravaged bones. But it belongs only to you.”

😛😛

“I have lived a lifetime in death–a cold existence in an endless void. Never feeling. Never knowing the warmth of touch. Every unfulfilling breath a suffocating reminder of how hollow I’d become. It wasn’t until you came along and cast the first ray of light that I felt a pulse of life. A pull that I couldn’t resist.”

wow

She was the warmth of the sun on a cold and rotting corpse. The first breath after a lifetime of death.

ugh he’s so poetic

“You’re a sickness inside of me that begs never to be cured. Infecting me with this unshakable craving for things I shouldn’t want.”

Calling her beautiful was like calling the sun lukewarm.

He leaned in, and I could smell the warm cinnamon on his breath over the delicious spice of his cologne.

hello professor orion 😼

January 9th, 2003. I was born November thirteenth of the same year.

OMG TWINSSSS

No one touched what belonged to me without repercussions.
My class.
My requirements.
My student.
Without a doubt, Lilia Vespertine was going to be a massive headache. But she was my headache.

“Ik hou van jou, Adam.

“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her—I’m going to fucking kill you.”

MY MANNN

“My favorite color must be green, after all.”

AHHH

the power I have over you could easily turn this into a coercive dynamic that—”

lance and darcy 😔