#fiction

Remember I Love You Always ↗

— Zane

#love

All because I fell in love with a madman. ↗

— Carrie Butler

#crossover-fiction #mark-of-nexus #mature-ya #new-adult #paranormal

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes. Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me. ↗

— Kim Cormack

#science-fiction-fantasy #science-fiction-thrillers #sweet-sleep #love

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#gaze #intensity #intimidating #love #overwhelming

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #identity #love #lovers #naming

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#lovers #paranormal-romance #protection #trilogy #young-adult

What will we be doing, when everything that can be done, can be done better by robots? ↗

— Humberto Contreras

#economy #future #love #romance #science

She was as lovely sleeping as she was dripping in sensuality at the fundraiser ↗

— Kailin Gow

#adult-romance #college #erotica #kailin-gow #music

Gracie leaned out the back, craning her neck as far as she could around the side, trying to catch the wind in her nose and flapping lips. She loved driving, and this car was much faster than the truck which hauled her cage. It was very green here, and the sun flashed and flickered behind the tall trees. There were a million smells along this road, both old and just born. She closed her eyes and huffed, pretending she was flying. ↗

— Cole Alpaugh

#circus #driving #literary-fiction #love

Anyone who has lost a love to death can tell you about that fall. You wake from a hard-won sleep and be there warm and groggy and consider engaging the day. And then you remember. Half of you is not there, and never will be again. The person who focused all the disparate parts of you into a whole is gone. The agony is too much; you almost welcome the great slide ahead of you. But there is no oblivion in it. Only blackness and an endless well of red pain. ↗

— Anne Rivers Siddons

#love