Okay. Scrabble, donuts, flowers, corndogs, pre-pubescent British wizards and indie music. Am I missing anything important?” She’s still blushing and it’s like the heat in her face is trapping all the words inside of her. “What is it?” I ask, an involuntary grin tugging on my mouth. I love it when she blushes like this. Amy sighs, looks up toward the chandelier, “You, Cole. I like you. . Autumn Doughton
Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?" "Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently. "Why do you want me?" I didn't even have to think. "Because anyone who's been through what you have and can still come out in one piece on the other side is...
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Shelly Crane
If you run from me, I will chase you, and I'll find you....
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Jeaniene Frost
Percy (to Annabeth): If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head, I'd pick you. Silena: Awww .. . Percy, that is so sweet! Annabeth: Shut up, Silena.
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Rick Riordan
She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>He's not sexy. But he...
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Melissa Marr
His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me, " she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He...
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Melissa Marr
More Quotes By Autumn Doughton
In my defense, the Easter Bunny is the weakest link in magical lore. I mean, you have to admit that the whole thing is ridiculous. A giant rodent who sneaks into people's homes at night to leave eggs filled with candy? How in the world...
You dump trash. You dump yard waste and old ripped couches that smell like body odor and forgetfulness. You dump cigarette butts and banana peels and hazardous waste. But people?
...people called it justice, but prison doesn't make everything better, " he observes. "Just because someone pays a price doesn't mean they didn't steal from you to begin with.
I'm being fair, it was the best kiss of my life- a kiss that finds all your seams and pulls them apart, stitch by detail stitch.
Loving her is strange and confusing and damn risky. And if I had the chance I'd choose it all over again.