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“In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.â€�
That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling.
Dead silence.
Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?”
― Lauren Kate, Rapture

“Don't make me sit here and watch you die. You don't do that to me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“I smelled like an Upper Level demon. Roth was back and he was relatively unharmed. A Lilin had been born. Apparently an orgasm was apocalyptic.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“All I want is someone decent.â€� She sniffled again, her eyes filling with tears. “You know? Kind. Good. Like in all those love stories I’m such an expert on. It can’t just be fiction. It can’t. Those guys are out there, I know it. I just can’t find them.â€� Those guys were out there. In fact, one was watching us right now, somewhere nearby. Keeping his distance, knowing she needed me to herself right then, but still, just outside the door.”
― Sarah Dessen, Saint Anything

“Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints."

"Really? You're in love with one," Layla chimed in.

As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed.

"Damn straight I am," he said softly.

As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible.

Love was such a beautiful thing.”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“I got you," Roth, said, propping me up. "Always." Always. The word bounced around inside me like a Ping-Pong ball.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“And I know things are...screwed up between us. I know that. Even if you tell me you'd rather hump a Nightcrawler's leg than forgive me, I'm still going to be there for you."
I pushed myself onto my elbows." You're going to go against Hell-against your boss?
He grinned as he shrugged. "Yes."
"Why would you risk that?"
His eyes met mine. " You know the reason, deep down, you know.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“I cannae believe you let me touch you.â€� His voice grew hoarse. “I shall remember this for all my nights.â€�
Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this�.
“Do not cry.â€� His thumb went to her cheeks. “Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“But I wasn't done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it.
"I love you, Roth." My voice shook with emotion."I'm in love with you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath

“I judge you not by the sex of whom you love... but by how you love them.
-Layla, page 306”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed

“LAYLA: "You boinked Lilith."
ROTH: "Boinked?" Roth chuckled under his breath and then said, "God, I love you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath

“The demon?" Roth scoffed. "That's 'Your Highness' to you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“I'm going to be okay." His eyes held mine as he stepped closer lining his booted feet with mine."Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise."
"You can't make that promise," I whispered, searching his gaze intently."None of us can."
His hands slid back and he curled his fingers in my loose hair. "I can.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath

“And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“A.Coward," he repeated, and I briefly considered picking up the vase in the center of the island and throwing it at him."Not making a choice is the coward's way out. You love both of them. I get that. But you don't feel the same kind of love for both of them, and the sooner you accept that the better.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath

“Roth grinned then. Anyway, back to me. I'm all better and I am back. He slid me a sly look that made me want to punch him instead of cry into my pillow like a baby. I'm sure I was missed. He took a big bite of the hamburger and grinned around the mouthful. A lot.
I didn't know what happened that switched my emotions so fast. The hurt his rejection had left behind exploded into rage- like the head-spinning, spraying-green-vomit kind of rage. My brain kicked off. I wasn't thinking as I reached over and plucked the hamburger right out of his hand.
Twisting at the waist, I threw the hamburger on the floor behind Roth as hard as I could. The satisfactory splat it made as ketchup and mayo splattered like a gruesome burger massacre brought a wide smile to my face.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“It doesn't change anything. He pulled back, moving several feet in the blink of any eye. We need to be friends. Or at least get along to the point where you aren't destroying perfectly good fast food when I open my mouth.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“Okay. Stop. All of you. This gossipfest about my virginity is not something I want to continue.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch

“You are real," she said to herself.

"Aye." His voice was deep and resonant, a caress in her ears. But then it cracked, as if he were in pain. "And you are with young."

"I am."

He closed his eyes again, but now it was as if he'd been struck by a body blow. "I saw you."

"When?"

"At the clinic. Nights and nights ago. I thought they had beaten you."

"The Brotherhood? Why ever - "

"Because of me." His eyes opened, and there was such anguish in them, she wanted to comfort him in some way. "I would never have chosen for you to be in this position. You are not of the war, and my lieutenant should never, ever have brought you into it." His voice grew deeper and deeper. "You are an innocent. Even I, who have no honor, recognized that instantly."

If he had no honor, why had he disarmed himself just now, she thought.

"Are you mated?" he said roughly.

"No."

Abruptly, his upper lip peeled back from tremendous fangs. "If you were raped - "

"No. No, no - I chose this for myself. For the male." Her hand went to her abdomen. "I wanted a young. My needing came, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to be a mahmen to something that was mine."
Those narrowed eyes closed again, and he brought up a callused hand to his face. Hiding his irregular mouth, he said, "I wish that I..."

"What?"

"...I were worthy to have given you what you desired."

Layla again felt an unholy need to reach out and touch him, to ease him in some way. His reaction was so raw and honest, and his suffering seemed rather like her own whenever she thought of him.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Bisbigliò: «Perché sei qui, Layla?». «Sono qui... sono qui perché è qui che sono felice, qui con te.» Roth non si mosse, non ero neanche sicura che stesse respirando. C'erano buone probabilità che le mie parole non gli fossero arrivate, con tutto l'alcol che aveva ovviamente ingurgitato. Gli posai le mani sul petto e feci per dirgli che era meglio rimandare quella conversazione, ma lui fu più veloce di me. Mi circondò con le braccia e mi strinse forte. Quella sensazione mi piaceva... anzi, di più. Quando mi nascose la testa contro il collo, facendo un respiro profondissimo, io sentii i nostri corpi toccarsi in ogni punto. Roth fu scosso da un brivido fortissimo che lo fece fremere tra le mia braccia.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath

“Instead I watched Layla as she bolted over the battered desk, heading for the door Charlotte and Kate had just disappeared through. Good girl.
The thought screeched to a halt as I watched her run straight past it.”
― Violet Cross, Survivors: Secrets

“Some words were left unsaid Oh Layla, as you slept peacefully in my arms, and the stars kept on peeping into the room to glance at your smile!”
― Avijeet Das

“Thomas Abrams is magic. He’s a wordsmith, a baby whisperer, a blue-eyed asshole, but most of all, he’s like me: brokenhearted.”
― Saffron A. Kent, The Unrequited

“Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children’s bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows