#luc

She tossed her towel on her dresser and turned to the bed where shed left her PJs. Only it wasn't just her PJs on the bed anymore. Lucas, eyes wide, sat on the foot of her bed, about four feet from where she stood completely naked. She squealed. He laughed. She dashed for the towel. Once she had it around her, she glared from a still grinning Lucas to the door. "I'm killing Della!" He laughed again. "I'm afraid I might have to protect her for this one. ↗

— C.C. Hunter

#chosen-at-nightfall #fun #kylie #lucas #naked

No, there are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy. ↗

— Mike Carey

#lucifer #democracy

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#belief

I’d never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I’d never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#genuine #lucy-christopher #man #stolen #television

A beep on the nose is a sign of great affection ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#christmas

Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it. ↗

— Brandon Mull

#prison

What if you find your soul mate...at the wrong time? ↗

— Lauren Kate

#luce-and-daniel #lucinda-price #passion #romance #soulmates

Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled her eyes. I stared at Nicholas. "You locked your girlfriend in a closet? Smooth." "She's going to eviscerate him," Quinn said cheerfully. ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#logan #lucy #quinn #solange #satisfaction

I also need you to "spread the word," quietly, that if any harm should come to Antanasia during my imprisonment, I will not only tear down these walls stone by stone, but -- once freed -- shatter the rule of law and destroy, with great satisfaction, anyone who arouses in me even the slightest suspicion. Indeed, if so much as one hair on my wife's head is disturbed while I cannot protect her, this kingdom will see retribution that will go down in the history books -- to be read by the very few who remain standing. - Lucius ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#satisfaction

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand. "For luck," he says. He takes Dove's lead from me. "Sean," I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck," I say to his startled face. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#horses #kiss #luck #puck #race