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Black Magic Sanction (The Hollows #8) Curtsies & Conspiracies (Finishing School #2)

He raises his palms in a show of surrender, like he’s the good guy here and I’m the piece of shit. Look pal, why don’t you back off. Violet and me? We’re good. She’s safe. You can leave the stuttering freak with me. I just wanna talk to her.

Move along, death. You’re not taking me, my brother, or Nila.My mind jumped back to the images that Bonnie had shown me a month or so ago. Her study had always been a festival of flowers and needlepoint, but when she’d invited me to tea, she had a new acquisition.

Rebel (Renegades #2)

Images of a Weaver, who looked exactly like Nila and my great, great grandfather.I’d always known I looked like Owen Hawk. Cut had told me a few times as I grew up. But that’d been the first time I’d heard how similar Owen and Elisa’s tale was to my own life.It was meant to scare me. To keep me in line and show me what would happen if I followed that path.

Whats Left of Me (Whats Left of Me #1)

Owen was murdered, just like I’d been. But that was where the similarities ended. Owen had died and left Elisa to suffer.I’m still alive and I will save her.

My forehead dripped with sweat, and I gulped agonizing breaths by the time I finally shuffled down the corridor toward the front desk of the recovery wing. A nurse I’d seen once or twice looked up from her keyboard.

Plaited dark hair crowned her head while no makeup painted her face. Mid-fifties, matronly, and no-nonsense dress-code, she suited the role of caring for others rather than herself. But despite her lack of jewellery and personal adornment, her eyes were caring. In one glance, she gave me more motherly affection than I’d ever had in my youth.Hey, I say in a quiet voice. I rest my arm on the railing, standing next to him, and stare out at the sky. You okay?

No. He takes a drag of his cigarette and flicks the ash off the end. I want to kill Digby. I want to get in my car, drive to his house, and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. And I would never hit a woman. His eyes come to mine. Never. But that bitch…I know. I put my hand on his arm. I want to kick her ass, too. But getting angry isn’t going to change anything.

Stefans Diaries: The Craving (The Vampire Diaries #3)

I can’t help it. He grinds his teeth, working his jaw. Having sex with you…making love to you, it was the first time in my life that sex actually meant anything to me. And, now, they’ve fucking cheapened it. He takes a pull on his smoke, drops it on the floor, and stubs it out with his shoe. He turns to face me. The sadness in his eyes hurts me. They’ve made me feel like a whore all over again.No, Gabe. No. I take his face in my hands, forcing his eyes to me. Feeling like that means they win. And I refuse to let them. Those moments with you—you making love to me, you fucking me, all of it—aren’t cheap. They’re everything.

Gabe, if you allow them to make you feel like a whore, that means that I’m one, too.His eyes snap back to mine. Fuck no. Never, Ava. Never.

Then, don’t let them make you feel like a whore. Because, if you do, they win.God, this is all just so fucked up. He blows out a breath. I feel like this is my fault. I brought you into my life, and then this happens…

You didn’t bring me into your life. I crashed into yours, remember? And the rest of it…I came willingly. And so what? They recorded us having sex. I lift a shoulder, letting a smile onto my lips. We gave them some pretty damn good shows.Light seeps into his eyes. We gave some astro-fucking-nomical shows, baby.

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