J.R. Ward Quotes - Page 16

One shot. That was all you got. - Isaac

The Brotherhood was strong, a unit. a powerful force in their world for good. And so too were the females. Strong. A unit. A powerful force for good in their world.

Marissa, " he mumbled, taking her hand. "Don't want to see you drink so much?" Wait, not really what he'd been going for. "Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want." Whatever. God...he was so confused.~Butch

This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.

The look in Manny´s eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger.

It's not big," Veck said, "but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.

In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.

And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.

You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.

I wish to be naked before you," she commanded. "Make it so, Manuel.

Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see." -Marissa to Wrath

[Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn’t hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.