#jack

Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#heroes-of-olympus #leo-valdez #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #the-mark-of-athena

Prove it!" she hissed. "Prove you are who you are!" "We don't have time for this! You really want me to prove who I am?" he asked. "Yes!" she challenged. In answer, he took her in his arms, lifting her up and against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers, and with each kiss she could see into his mind, into his soul. She saw a year of hate...saw him alone, alienated, hurt. She had lied to him and had left him. With every kiss he made her see, made her feel...every emotion, every dream he had of her...every ounce of his wanting and his need...and his love...his all-consuming, life-affirming love for her. In the darkness they found each other again...and she kissed him back, so greedily and hungrily, she never wanted to stop kissing him...to feel his heart against hers, the two of them intertwined together, his hands in her hair, then down the small of her back. She wanted to cry from the overwhelming emotion that engulfed the two of them.... "Now do you belive me?" Jack asked huskily, pulling away from a moment so they could look into each other's eyes. Schuyler nodded, breathless. Jack. Every fiber of her being tingled with love and desire and remorse and forgiveness. Oh Jack...the love of her life, her sweet, her soul... ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#lutetia #schuyler #dreams

Stay with me, Becks. Dream of me. I am ever yours. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#nikki-beckett #dreams

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#jack-kerouac #memory #vision #writer #writing

If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#crete #dreams #greece #happiness #jack-r-kearns

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters ↗

— Jack London

#jack-london #martin-eden #poppy-eater #dreams

I'm Dylan. I'm so cool. I want to date myself, but I don't know how! You want to date me instead? You're so lucky! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#conceit #percy-jackson #self-esteem #dating

I respect you," he murmured. "and your views. I think of you as an equal. I respect your brains, and all those big words you like to use. But I also want to rip your clothes off and have sex with you until you scream and cry and see God." -Jack Travis (Smooth Talking Stranger) ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#jack-travis #male #manly #sex #sexy

Nico strode forward. The enemy army fell back before him like he radiated death, which of course he did. Through the face guard of his skull-shaped helmet, he smiled. "Got your message. Is it too late to join the party?" "Son of Hades." Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?" "Your death," Nico said, "would be great for me." "I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live." Nico drew his sword-three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. "I don't agree. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#nico-di-angelo #percy-jackson #business

I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things. ↗

— Lee Child

#life-experience #experience