#adrian

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #love #nicknames

Sydney: "You can be Jet if you want, but we are not posing as a couple again" Adrian: "Are you sure? Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." Sydney: "Why are they all high-calorie foods? And bread pudding isn't really that romantic." Adrian: "Do you want me to call you celery stick instead? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings." - The Indigo Spell ↗

— Richelle Mead

#food

Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian. Kissing him was as mind-blowing as ever, full of that same passion and need I had never believed I’d feel. But today, there was even more to it. I no longer had any doubt about whether this was wrong or right. It was a culmination of a long journey . . . or maybe the beginning of one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I’d just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I’d also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. I don’t know how long we stood there kissing. Like I said, the world around me was gone. Time had stopped. I was awash in the feel of Adrian’s body against mine, in his scent, and in the taste of his lips. That was all that mattered right now. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#couple #cute #happiness #kissing #otp

He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#indigo-spell #sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” she purred. “Give my regards to Lindsay. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#lindsay #vashti #love

And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Well, ‘we’ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.” I grinned back. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#awww #contentment #conversation #humor #love

Oh... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one." "Fondue?" he asked hopefully. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#favors #humor #sydney-sage #humor

Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. unfortunately, it wasn't with me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #humor #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian

Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?" "Its a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #rose-hathaway

Ho capito che portavi guai non appena ti ho visto. Sei la figlia di Janine Hathaway." "Sono Rose Hathaway" lo corressi, visto che non gradivo di essere associata a mia madre. "Piacere di conoscerti, Rose Hathaway." Mi allungò una mano inguantata che strinsi con esitazione. "Adrian Ivashkov." "E poi dici a me che porto guai" borbottai. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #rose-hathaway