He's SO goatly.

Rick Riordan

Mots clés aura mellie mellie-the-wind-nymph

Aller à la citation

---

It's telepathy, over.

Flash Gordon

Mots clés space 1980 cowboy telepathy flash aura dale gordon walkie-talkie

Aller à la citation

---

I don't need to see you to know that you're beautiful.

Jeri Smith-Ready

Mots clés shine zach aura

Aller à la citation

---

His soul's fabric was weaving itself with mine. I loved the frayed ends where it came unraveled, and I loved the strength at its firm, solid center.

I loved every thread.

Jeri Smith-Ready

Mots clés shine aura

Aller à la citation

---

Te pido, tan solo, que veas en ese gran
amor que dices tenerme algo suficiente, algo que pueda llenarnos a los dos sin
necesidad de recurrir a la imaginación enfermiza.

Carlos Fuentes

Mots clés amor aura

Aller à la citation

---

Instead I crawled next to him, snuggling close. "Zach, wake up."

"Can't. Sleeping."

I pressed my mouth to his in a full, deep kiss.

"Second thought, not sleeping.

Jeri Smith-Ready

Mots clés zach aura team-kilt

Aller à la citation

---

The unfolding of a Spermatic Aura like a sheet in the Universe. That we are ~

Grigoris Deoudis

Mots clés universe aura spermatic unfolding we-are

Aller à la citation

---

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.

Richelle Mead

Mots clés love cute richelle-mead adrian-ivashkov bloodlines aura sydney-sage the-indigo-spell sydrian

Aller à la citation

---

Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .”

He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that heat.

“See?” he said. He was in the throes of spirit now, though with me at the same time. “Well, I guess you can’t. But when I touch you, your aura . . . it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand on me to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.

Richelle Mead

Mots clés love feelings angst attraction tension adrian-ivashkov aura sydney-sage denial-of-feelings

Aller à la citation

---

Page 1 de 1.

---

---