Does it scare you? That you might love someone that much someday, just to lose them too?" "Yes," I confess, "I've been scared since the first time I saw you.
Cheryl McIntyreI don't know what she's trying to say, but I can feel her struggle to get it out. "I love Skittles.
Cheryl McIntyreJesus, Hope. You have ruined me. I love you so much.
Cheryl McIntyreMots clés mason
I'm done counting days. Now because of you I'm making the days count.
Cheryl McIntyreHis will isn't always obvious, it doesn't always make sense, and it isn't always what we want. But that doesn't mean it's not good.
S.N. ClemensMots clés mason
Different timing. Same blessing.
S.N. ClemensMots clés mason
Nev tossed his pen down. “Fine. Here goes:
Ren and Cals lives may be torrid
for the young ones in Vail are quite horrid
Bine and Cos aren’t too frail
Dax and Fey never pale
while Ansel and Bryn might get sordid
Bryn spit Diet Coke all over the table. Mason and Ansel clapped. I was too dumbfounded to react.
This is qhat quiet Nev does in his spare time?
“‘Bine’?” Sabine frowned while Cosette mopped up the soda that flowed to their end of the table. “Since when am I ‘Bine’? And we never call Cosette ‘Cos.’”
“It’s about cadence,” Nev said. “Sorry. I said it wasn’t very good.”
“Why aren’t you and Mason in it?” Ansel asked.
“Oh, he has another one about us.” Mason wiggled his eyebrows. Andrea Cremer
Mots clés humor mason sabine limericks nightshade neville andrea-cremer ansel-tor calla-tor bane-pack nightshade-pack ren-laroche
I want to give you back your first kiss, the one that jerk stole from
you. And I want it to be something that even a coma can't make you
forget.
Mots clés love kiss mason shelly-crane wide-awake
Stay back,"I warned. "Stay away from him." They kept coming. "Stay back!" I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. "Rose," came a soft voice. "Drop the sword." My hands shook. I swallowed. "Get away from us." "Rose." The voice spoke again, a voice that my soul would have known anywhere. Hesitantly, I let myself finally become aware of my surroundings, let the details sink in. I let my eyes focus on the features of the man standing there. Dimitri's brown eyes, gentle and firm, looking down on me. "It's okay," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." My hands shook even harder as I fought to hold on to the hilt. "I can't." The words hurt coming out. "I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." " you have," said Dimitri. The sword fell out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. I followed, collapsing on all fours, anything to cry but unable to. Dimitri's arms wrapped around me as he helped me up. Voices swarmed around us, and one by one, I recognised people I knew and trusted.
Richelle MeadMots clés dead rose-hathaway mason dimitri-belikov
Where are you going?" he asked.
"To break someone's heart," I replied.
Mots clés heartache rose-hathaway frostbite mason dimitri-belikov
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