#gel

You’re all alone. No one wants you anymore. How long did you think we would all stay? You’ve killed each and every person who ever loved you. Even your children won’t want you. They will see what you have done. You must be the first ward in history to treat your guardian so badly that he left you. Do you think your mistress will stay? No. Elizabeth will take what she wanted and then she will leave you too. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#skn-hammerstone #the-deceived #vessel-of-souls #ya #ya-horror

I think sometimes we love so deeply, so profoundly, that anything else pales by comparison. ↗

— Debbie Macomber

#debbie-macomber #love #the-trouble-with-angels #love

I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore. I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity. This desire will be my end. ↗

— Sabrina Benulis

#archon #demons #love #sci-fi #urban-fantasy

But they love each other," Clary appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're there for the other person to turn to, no matter what? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #clary #fiction #jace #love

There's no such thing as coincidences, only incidences with a twist. ↗

— Leanore Elliott

#erotic-paranormal-romance #sexy-hit-men #the-beholder #men

I believe that entertainment and amusements are the work of the Enemy to keep dying men from knowing they're dying; and to keep enemies of God from remembering that they're enemies. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#entertainment #evangelism #men

The sin both of men and of angels, was rendered possible by the fact that God gave us free will. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#free-will #men #sin #men

We best defend the Lord's glory by speaking first TO Him about unbelieving men rather than speaking first ABOUT Him to unbelieving men. ↗

— Sinclair B. Ferguson

#evangelism #intercession #men

Men were primitive in the eyes of angel beings as men are primitive in the eyes of wilier races. ↗

— Toba Beta

#angel #primitive-men #wilier-races #men

Since his back was to her front Chloe had to practically plaster herself against his wide back in order to unbutton his crisp dress shirt, but somehow she didn’t mind. From his low, masculine groan that her action had elicited, she assumed Mark didn’t mind either. His spicy, dangerous scent filled her head as she spread the shirt to find a smooth, muscular chest leading down to powerfully sculpted abs. She wondered what line of work Mark was in. Whatever it was, he certainly kept himself in shape. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mistress?” His smart-ass tone threw her, breaking her concentration on his muscled chest. “I’ll ask the questions,” Chloe snapped, deciding abruptly that it was time to move on. She still felt a definite lack of control in this situation and it made her nervous, shattering the fragile self-confidence she’d managed to build. But she couldn’t stop searching him now or he’d be the winner of this little confrontation. She let her hands slide lower, past the waistband of his pants to the bulging crotch. Oh my God, is he for real? She hadn’t been with very many men—okay, two. She’d only been with two other men. But Mark more than measured up to any other guy in her experience. In fact, she could barely believe what she was feeling was real. It was a damn good thing rule number two was “never have sex with the client”. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to handle what Mark was packing. “Uh, Mistress, that’s all me, not a toy.” Mark’s deep voice still held a hint of amusement though it was sounding rather strained now. “And you might want to think of it less as a ‘toy’ than a loaded gun. One that’s going to go off if you’re not careful. ↗

— Evangeline Anderson

#evangeline-anderson #mark #masks #experience