#loo

Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?” “I have no words,” I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #fake-couple #love

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov #bloodlines #couple #dress #kissing

who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#balloon #flowers #hot-air-balloon #luna #lunar

I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” “I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . . ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione #j-k-rowling #love #ron #love

Alcide: "It's on my right butt cheek. It's shaped like a rabbit." Sookie: "I love bunnies! ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#bunnies #sookie-stackhouse #the-southern-vampire-mysteries #true-blood #love

But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine? ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#love #love

Lucien bent and searched through the scraps of paper at Loki’s stone feet for the blood-kissed prayer Dante had placed among them. Finding it, he plucked it from the pile and straightened. The fading essence of creawdwr blood magic tingled against his fingers. Unfolding the liquor store receipt, he read the words scrawled in Dante’s lefty slant: Watch over her, ma mère. S’il te plaît, keep her safe. Even from me. Lucien reread the prayer until the words blurred. He closed his fingers around the receipt, the paper crinkling against his palm. He had no doubt who she was — Special Agent Heather Wallace. Wounded, his child, yes. Damaged, yes. But Dante’s heart was whole and in love, it seemed, with a mortal. Perhaps Heather Wallace could bind Dante and help keep his sanity from unraveling. Insanity. The fate of an unbound creawdwr. ↗

— Adrian Phoenix

#in-the-blood #uf #love

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#blue #force #jack #love #rescue

They fought because they loved the dance, and the weight of a sword in their hands. The clash and spark of metal and hiss of flame was like music written just for them. They fought for glory, but not for blood. They were Weirlind, heirs of the warrior's stone. And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds. ↗

— The Warrior Heir Cinda Williams Chima pg.

#battle #blood #glory #heir #stone

Apakah penampilanku satu-satunya hal yang membuatku berharga? Jika begitu, jangan tatap aku. Wajahku bisa menyembunyikan hati yang palsu. ↗

— Deepak Chopra

#love #love