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“Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie”
― Nora Roberts, The Heart of Devin MacKade

“What are you doing here?â€� I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.

“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”
― Jocelyn Davies, A Beautiful Dark

“Yep, that’s really only just a little white towel.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittinâ€� on me again.â€�

“You want me to slut it up with you so you don’t look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you’re trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you’re not interested.�

“I like my way better,â€� he grinned.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“We were nothing special. We were never meant to last. We're friends, remember? Nothing more.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Thank God! His truck was there.

Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she knocked again. And nothing. Once more, one last time, she knocked. Okay, she pounded. Beat the ever-loving hell out of the door.

"Just a sec," she heard Ronin call faintly.

Yay! The door swung open and... Ooooohhhhh!

Standing a step or two down from Ronin, her eyes first hit the small white towel wrapped around his waist. The faint scent of masculine soap enveloped her senses as her eyes traveled down to his bare feet, and back up. Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“The world is dark and quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves and the cry of a a wolf in the distance.”
― Jen Calonita

“Here, honey," he said quietly, handing her the panties he'd untangled from her dress. "I'll be good, but it might not be a bad idea to put these back on.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“He wanted her. Sweet Jesus, he wanted her. But he had realized in that very moment that he wanted her whole even more.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Where’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?â€�

Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.�

Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.�

“Devin’s in there. She’s upset,� Jake said without thinking.

“I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Jesus, honey," he muttered. "How can I say no to you?”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“Ronin had tried desperately to be smart about it all. He really, really tried. He knew she was absolutely plowed. He knew she would probably hate him in the morning. He knew with every fiber of his should that giving into the passion she evoked was a bad idea.

But good God, he wanted her.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach.

Ooooohhhhh!”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“His hand grazed her inner thigh as he shifted the manual transmission into reverse, and this lightest of touches sent a shiver through Devin. “Cold?â€� he asked, backing the pickup away from the trees to turn around. “You can turn on the heat if you’d like.â€�

Devin shook her head. “I’m fine,� she said in a quiet, breathy voice that she couldn’t quite control.

The tone caught Ronin’s attention, and he gave her a long look before shifting back into first gear. Again, his fingertips grazed her soft skin, and her breath caught again.

Ronin’s eyes fell shut for a moment. “Damn, honey,â€� he whispered.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently.

“Ronin,� she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body was reaching a tortuous level.

“I know. I’m sorry.â€� Ronin studied her closely before he softly said, “Had to.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“All her focus was on the burning want Ronin was evoking in her as he pressed her back up against a pine. The rough bark sharply poked its way through her light jacket, digging into her skin, and the odd pain pushed her to increase the force of her kiss as she clawed at his back. His grip on her ass tightened, and Ronin groaned down her throat.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Little Conversations

“You back up princess. This isn't a job for you.
It is if you keep screwing up! I pull the sword out of his hand.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“Devin, stay back! I've got this!" Heath says as he struggles to break free.
I wave the pearl necklace higher. "It's a nice, sparkly necklace," I say. "So which do you want? Shiny jewelry or a smelly prince?"
The harpy drops Heath to the floor and grabs the jewelry. Heath looks up at me in surprise.
"You're welcome," I say...”
― Jen Calonita

“With Ashleigh we had to try forever. But Callie and I .. we were just going to see what happens."

"Babies." I grin at hi because he's a doofus right now. "Babies are what happens, Captain.”
― Victoria Denault, Game On

“There's no greater travesty in Mothers life than not having the right gown , even for something as informal as a trip to the the village.”
― Jen Calonita

“Jacques let's go of my arm and slowly steps away from me. He can sense a teakettle about to whistle when he sees one.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“Look, I like the prince title myself. Carriage processions? ILove them. Perfecting the royal wave?. His right hand moves slowly through the air. His technique is mesmerizing. I excel. But I'd much rather be seated at a table with the royal cort discussing how to make a cranberry apple soufflé than be out there slaying an actual dragon...”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“Do either of you like...dragons
The girl with the ribbon lights up like a firefly. I've always wanted to meet a dragon!
Bingo!”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“Rains is now clutching her chest, her face full of panic.
What if some worthy prince sees Amber before me and is smitten? What if my future rule comes down to this moment, and I've already blown it? She begins to hyperventilate.
I fan her with the wide sleeve of my dress. It's going to be fine.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“I lock eyes with Sasha and know, somehow, that she's thinking the same thing I am; This doesn't feel like an illusion. This feels real.”
― Jen Calonita

“The ballroom of Royal Academy might be the most magnificent sight I've ever seen. The enormous room is lit entirely by clouds of fireflies that float near the ceiling. Flowers crawl down the walls like ivy, while dozens of beautiful potted trees give the room the illusion of an enchanted forest.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“I jump up from a sound sleep to Milo's voice. POP! POP!POP! Suddenly confetti rains down on the room, fluttering around and getting stuck in my surprised, open mouth.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“Fairy be, what have have I gotten myself into?”
― Jen Calonita

“Misfits?" Sasha gets out raged before I can even think of a response. "Unorthodox, yes. Lacking in fashion sense? Possibly. But that will change with a little help from Marta and myself. More importantly, Devin is an excellent roommate... friendly, kind, and the sort of Princess who wouldn't stab you in the back the first chance she gets. She's a way better choice than you."
Whoa. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with.”
― Jen Calonita

“Hatred is a easy thing everyone can do this , it doesn't take courage to hate someone , you can hate anyone just by their appearance ,like you hate that stranger in a bus who is listing music while putting his earphones , or you can hate the colour of someone bag or his brown hair, your hate is genuine just like
hemlock and sharp as eagle eye,
but above all hate is a easy thing love takes courage, it's difficult to love someone without any expectations, but some uncommon humans can do this,
They are the one who will carry the light and bloom the flowers of love .”
― Nalin Dhiman