#to

His thumb touched her lower lip, his eyes fixed on her. As if he couldn’t be stopped, the words flowed out of his mouth. “I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch you like you’ve never been touched, to give you the pleasure I feel running in your veins. ↗

— Chris Lange

#paranormal-romance #romantic-suspense #vampire-romance #love

He drew in a harsh breath before he whispered, "The love I have for you gives me breath and strength. you will always hold my heart. Let it give you the strength to dowhat must be done. For you will be my lady, forever. ↗

— Sasha Summers

#medusa #love

Hate controls everything it touches, but love sets everything it touches free. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#hate-to-love #power-of-love #love

You think I started out like this? Well, I didn't. I started out like anyone else - young and hopeful. I started out arrogant and in love, assuming the whole dizzy world was where it should be: at my feet. I started out - well, I started out a little like you. ↗

— Gail Levy

#thriller #love

Its ghetto paradise for some and hell on earth for others! ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#ghetto #hell-on-earth #paradise #tribulation #love

I "love" reading. It makes me feel like I am swallowing up Christ, Homer, Confucius, Newton, Franklin, Socrates, Caesar, and the whole world into one gigantic invincible Sir Moffat. Mine is creative reading. I read building empires in mind. I pray I won't read and read and forget to marry. ↗

— Moffat Machingura

#caeser #christ #christianity #confucius #consume

What do you want me to say, Elli, I’m sorry? I’m sorry for feeling the way I do? Sorry for wanting to be with you every fucking moment of the day, for wanting only you? I mean what would you want? For me to be a fucking douche, cheating on you, not telling you I actually feel something for you? I mean for the love of God, Elli, what do you want from this? Is this relationship actually going somewhere?” -Shea Adler ↗

— Toni Aleo

#love #too-sweet #love

My mother, who would always buy her books new, hated it the vintage hardcovers with their cracked spines and threadbare cloth covers. True you couldn't go in there and buy the latest best seller, but when you held one of those volumes in your hands, you were leafing through another person'a life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after that last chapter. The scent was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a punch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#history #smells #life

I want to be the most terrible thing that's ever happened to you. Can you understand that? I want to be the only nightmare you ever have. ↗

— XIX

#torture #love

God made man because he loves to hear stories, Alessandro said. That's a good story, huh? ↗

— Tom Spanbauer

#storytellers #love