Och, Dani my darling, you're not giving me a single reason to wait for you to grow up. You're giving me a thousand reasons not to."
It's Christian! I'm so glad it's him, not one of the other princes! I turn around in his arms and tip my head back. "Hi, Christian!" I beam at him. He's hotter than the other princes. I'm glad I got him. I'll take the others, too, but I want him first. "I want to grow up. Now. Hurry.
Mots clés dani-o-malley christian-mackeltar
The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés ryodan dani-o-malley
What does somebody like you want? More power? More toys? More sex?"
"All of the above. All the time."
"Greedy bugger."
"Kid, let me tell you something. Most people spend their short time in this world less than half alive. They wander through their days in a haze of responsibility and resentment. Something happens to them not long after they're born. They get conflicted about what they want and start worshipping the wrong gods. Should. Mercy. Equality. Altruism. There's nothing you should do. Do what you want. Mercy isn't Nature's way. She's an equal opportunity killer. We aren't born the same. Some are stronger, smarter, faster. Never apologize for it. Altruism is an impossible concept. There's no action you can make that doesn't spring from how you want to feel about yourself. Not greedy, Dani. Alive. And happy about it every single fucking day.
Mots clés ryodan dani-o-malley
Turn it off," Ryodan says without even looking at me. "You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés ryodan
Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!
Karen Marie MoningMots clés dani-o-malley
When Christian pushes into the brick wall of the building catty-corner to the rear of BB
Karen Marie MoningMots clés dani-o-malley christian-mackeltar
The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés christian-mackeltar
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés desire
Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing
Karen Marie MoningHe is my vulnerability
Karen Marie MoningMots clés need
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