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“What use is a talking head, if it only ever spouts shite?”
Hrung’s eyes fixed on to Grend.
“Eyes are for seeing, ears for hearing, and a thought-cage for understanding. Unless your thought-cage is already stuffed full of straw, such as yours, Grend the Talker,” Hrung rumbled.

“But never, in all my life, have I seen a dragon-born, or heard tell of one from the lips of someone I trust. Think on it: have any of you seen or heard of a dragon-born Tainted?” She looked around the glade, at Battle-Grim and Tainted alike. “You see,” Elvar said, “they do not exist. They cannot. Lik-Rifa is a faery tale, made up to entertain, and to scare children into behaving.”

“Is it at all possible, duke, or do I ask too much, for Your Grace to attempt to be a little—only a fraction of a fraction—less provoking?”
“Far too much,” he said.

😂

“I paid for you,” he said coldly. “You’re mine. I look after what’s mine. I shouldn’t let Nick or Harry near him either.”
“By gad—do you mean to say I am as important a possession as your cattle?” She pressed her hand to her heart. “Oh, Dain, you are too devastatingly romantic. I am altogether overcome.”

😂😂😂

Riggs Valentine belongs to the streets. I am not equipped, nor do I have the patience, to turn a ho of that caliber into a husband.

I love her! 😏🤌

My hand was resting right beside hers on the couch, and I wrapped my pinky finger around hers playfully. She didn’t pull away.
She liked it.
We both did.
This pull was so fucking strong I didn’t know how to fight it anymore.

“Sunshine“
“Did you miss me?”

I bite my cheek. Un-fucking-believable. I’m the last one standing, so I get stuck with the Russian bitch for life.

😏

“I love her,” Kirkland reiterated. “Can you say the same?”
Of course he could not. He was not fool enough to fall in love with a woman he intended to seduce and discard.

Oh you poor fool..just you wait! 😏

Because rule number one of being the coach’s daughter—of working in the sports industry in general?
Never, ever get involved with one of the players.
And especially not that one.

This time, I leave him sitting on the same mossy log where we first spoke two and a half years ago.
We’ve come full circle.

🥺

I don’t believe in love at first sight. You love someone based on their dreams, their character, their hopes, how they make you feel. But I do believe you can spot potential at first sight. Because I had an inkling Weston Cole had the potential to implode my cautious, predictable world from that moment in the woods, long before I had any real reason to suspect he might.

He brushed my nose with his, touched his forehead to mine, panted against my temple. He felt so startlingly right. So meant for me.

They are so meant for each other!🤌🥹

The determined look in her eyes makes me feel reckless. Or maybe it’s the way that guy is looking at her like he wants her.
That asshole wants my wife.

😏😮‍💨

I picture us in fifty years. I’m at his funeral, watching his casket being lowered into the ground, flipping him double middle fingers.
“Isn’t that his ex-wife?” someone would whisper.

😂😂😂

“Don’t fall in love with me,” the doctor says by way of greeting when she arrives at the restaurant that night. “Write it on a sticky note and put it on your dentures case, Volkov, because I will never, ever love you back.”

😏

What is it about love that makes people want to die if they can’t have it?

Omg….the sexual tension between these two is 💥💥💥💥!!! 🫣🤌

Oh wow…the angst!!!🤌🫣

Kota opens her stance to acknowledge him, and I reluctantly let her go. I always let her go. She's too beautiful. Too smart. Too rad. Too everything for me.


Ugh I knew he felt like he didn’t deserve her, like be wasn’t good enough. 🥹

“It is stated in the contract that you must consummate this marriage!”
“Never! I may have to marry her, Mr Winchcomb, but I will never produce the heir you and my father wanted.”

Oh really? We will see about that dear duke! 😏

“Everyone has a different way of coping with the shit life throws at them. This was mine.”
“What kind of shit?”
Pasha looks down at me and places the tip of his finger on the corner of my lips. “Abandonment. Low self-esteem. Loneliness,” he answers, then looks away. “Humiliation. Hunger.”

On the one hand, I want to read this book as fast as I can, to finish it in one sitting, but on the other hand, I need to slow down and enjoy every second of it because once I am done reading it, I won’t get to experience it blind again.😩🤌❤️

Everything I’ve felt has been an illusion. Everything. Juliet Young doesn’t know anything about me. She sees the same thing everyone else does: a guy killing time until he’ll be riding the government’s dime, being told when to sleep and when to eat.

🥺💔

“You want to know what’s on the other side of grief and pain?”
“Fuckin’ rainbows and butterflies, right? All that shit therapists shove down your throat to keep your head above water.”
I pin my eyes on his, punctuating each word like shrapnel to his skin. “What you put there.”

😩🙌🏻🤍

„What does one say to the man who holds her husband’s beloved heart in his chest?“

🥺💔