#mine

Lips to lips, mouth to mouth, Comes the speaker of the shrouds, Suck in the spirit, speak the words, Let secrets of the dead be heard. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#dragon #love #paranormal #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-romance

When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lash #lover-mine #love

I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guilty about it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat. “Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#crushed-seraphim #mine #poughkeepsie #seriana #love

Carefully Damon turned her face toward his.I want you all to myself ” he said his eyes utterly serious. “I always will. Im as jealous as hell of every minute Scott spends with you in that damned theater. Its only because I love you that I wont stand in the way of what you want. Dont ever make the mistake of thinking Im not possessive ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love

Mientras terminaba la correa que me había ayudado a comenzar,perdida en mis meditaciones, le agradecí en silencio por el tiempo que había dedicado a hablar conmigo, más que por el arte que me había transmitido, pues descubría que lo más valioso que tienen los demás para darnos es su tiempo. El tiempo al cual la muerte le da su valor. ↗

— Ingrid Betancourt

#farc #guerrilla #ingrid-betancourt #no-hay-silencio-que-no-termine #secuestro

We were not making love, we did not even kiss, but the inexplicable intimacy we shared left us wordlessly and hopelessly locked into each other's gaze. ↗

— Jasmine Dubroff

#beauty-in-itself #jasmine-dubroff #love #mera #soul-mates

A determined man, a man who believes himself grossly abused, does not listen to reason ↗

— Lucinda Brant

#listen #reason #marriage

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jessamine-lovelace #journalism #newspapers #will-herondale #society

And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #jessamine #vision

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either. ↗

— Lauren Willig

#night-jasmine #uncertainty #temptation