My dearest Mary,
Both my words and my conduct at our last meeting were ungentlemanly - born of haste and high emotion, rather than friendship and good judgement - and yet I cannot find it within me to apologize. I am glad I kissed you; glad to have revelled in your scent, your taste, the touch of your hands; glad, even, to have quarrelled with you because during those moments of anger, I was in your presence.
Mary, you are the most singular woman I know: intelligent, brave and honest, and I crave your friendship. I confess to only the haziest notion of what I ask, having never been friends with a woman before. My friendships are male and conventional; pleasant and without distinction. But a friendship with you would be a bright, new, rare thing - if you would do me the honour.
I expect that what I ask is impossible. But it is sweet to dream, Mary, and thus I tender one last, insolent, unapologetic request: write to me only if you can say yes.
Yours,
James
Stichwörter: friendship letters sweet mary-quinn
Don't cry. She wouldn't like it. When I missed my father, I used to cry. Mama taught me when I cry, he is sad and will cry, too. I don't want my daddy sad. I'm sure you don't want your daughter sad, too.
Cristiane SerruyaStichwörter: loss sadness sweet child-logic
To: Anna Oliphant
From: Étienne St. Clair
Subject: So . . .
Does that mean I can call you now?
Stichwörter: sweet
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge--especially to women
Stichwörter: women revenge sweet to-each-his-own
I will do everything I can to be the man that you want, the man that the seven-year-old you used to dream about. I will bring you flowers, I’ll take care of you when you’re sick, I’ll give you space when you need it and I’ll never leave your side when you want someone there. I want to be better than I am because of you, Paisley.
Kandi SteinerStichwörter: love romance sweet forever fairytale corbin
And then he asked me how I felt about you.”
Now I put real effort into wrestling out of his choke hold, eventually succeeding. I pull back and stare at Shane, horrified. “He didn’t.”
“He did.” His expression is carefully blank, dark eyes fathomless.
“And…you said…”
“I said…”
“That you’re in awe of me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That you admire my work ethic?”
“Yep.”
“And envy my wicked sense of humor?”
“No.”
“My fabulous legs?”
“Meh.”
“You lie!
Stichwörter: romance sweet teasing
I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn’t threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.
Cassandra GiovanniStichwörter: love romantic perfect sweet lovers falling-in-love best-friends
I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.
Stichwörter: sweet assassin celaena-sardothien chaol-westfall celaena chaol captain-of-the-guard chaolaena monthly-cycles sarah-j-mass
He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care.
"I'm coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx.
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