Fuck,” he murmured, his gaze tracking over her exposed chest and torso. “I was going to say this is going too fast.” “You sure about that?” she murmured. “I don’t want to take advantage,” he continued, his voice strained as he sat up,...
The chemistry was almost too much. And at the same time, not enough. She simply couldn’t get enough of him, wondered if she ever would. When he pulled back and slid into her again, she moaned his name. “Sawyer.” Her clit was pulsing, begging to...
She leaned against him slightly, and his heart pounded in his chest. He let go of her hand and scooted away a bit. He could not let her like him, he was only her protector, and that's how it would remain.
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
I promised I will always protect you. You've been wounded badly because I've failed to keep that promise. [...] But I won´t fail you in this, Rachel. no matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always ...
I learned as a kid that homo sapiens would rather fight other homo sapiens than microbes. For one thing, it’s easier. And there’s something satisfying about knowing somebody else is the bad guy and seeing them laid out on the street in front of y...
For the first time ever, I was alone in a different country. I was nervous about how I was going to cope in this big bustling city and so I employed a technique which still serves me well today. I imagined myself as someone who relished new exciting ...
How do you know she had sex?” Dallas asks. “Every time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.” “Oh,” Dallas says with a straight face. “Well that explains a lot.
I bet she likes it hard, from behind, probably likes to get spanked too. I mean, just look at her, she has a serious come-fuck-me-face.
I love sleep. I need sleep. We all do, of course. There are those people that don't need sleep. I think they're called 'successful.
Mud ? They're going to put mud on my face ?" "You'll love it." "Whenever the kitties and I played stalk and pounce and we ended up muddy, everyone frowned about it." Surreal grunted softly. Only Jaenelle referred to Jaal and Kaelas, a full-grown tige...
Love is rare and hard to find and takes years upon years to develop. Teenagers don't fall in love.
A tercer d'ESO, la distància entre ells i elles arriba al màxim. La distància física, però sobretot la mental. Ells criden, s'empenten i escupen a terra com nens grans. Elles parlen, es mouen i es vesteixen com dones petites.
I love you, Megan," he says, barely grazing my mouth with his. "I love you too, Alex. This is it. This is our someday." His gaze is filled with emotion. "No, Megan." His soft lips brush against mine. "This....is our forever.
There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.
But I couldn’t leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would’ve felt terrible if I’d asked Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn’t think anything about it. In fact, probably he’d have sent Pam.
What a waste.” The woman sighed and moved away. Looking at Victoria, she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together absently. “Burn him. Slowly. From the inside out.
The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse.
The photograph, then, becomes a representation of a representation of a disease that represents. In other words, in order to produce the most perfect images of hysteria, the hysteric – a woman whose illness simulates the symptoms of other diseases ...
Alicia's sweet friend, Cassie, who never thought of anyone as being a stranger, rushed up to Halloran and kneed him in the groin. The big bad dragon shifter cried out, clutched his crotch, and fell to his knees. Cassie grabbed Alicia's arm and ran wi...
When they find what they don't like , they destroy it. Because it scares them-and you girls would scare them as much as anything they've ever seen.' 'Why?' asked Isobel. 'Because . . . because of what they believe.
