#rissa

Charles stepped forward, looking outraged. 'Him?' he cried. 'But I clobbered him! You can't marry him, Ally. ↗

— Marissa Doyle

#charles #humor #leland-sisters #marissa-doyle #humor

I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me." Her voice shook. "I always need you ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-herondale #will-herondale

So would you like to try on some clothes?" Beth nodded at what was in her arms. "I don't have many dresses but Fritz can get you some." You know what?" Marissa eyed the blue jeans the queen had on. "I've never worn a pair of pants before." I've got two pairs here if you want to try them out." Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#marissa #black-dagger-brotherhood

She said, "What do you think the punishment is for what we are doing?" "Death, maybe life in prison." He replied. "Awesome!" She laughs. RED-Bruce Willis ↗

— Clarrissa Lee Moon

#clarrissa-lee-moon #nightwolves #death

When you get everything aligned, when love welcomes the longing, accepts it, learns to live with it, you make love. ↗

— Anne Calhoun

#anne-calhoun #marissa #unforgiven #love

Women need a reason for having sex, men just need a place ↗

— Billy Crystal

#clarrissa-lee-moon #nightwolves #men

Marissa came around the corner, looking Grace Kelly-fine as usual. With her long blond hair and her precision-molded face, she was known as the great beauty of the species, and even V, who didn't go for her type, had to show love. "Hello, boys—" Marissa stopped and stared at Butch. "Good… Lord… look at those pants." Butch winced. "Yeah, I know. They're—" "Could you come over here?" She started backing down the hall to their bedroom. "I need you to come back here for a minute. Or ten." Butch's bonding scent flared to a dull roar, and V knew damn well the guy's body was hardening for sex. "Baby, you can have me for as long as you want me." Just as the cop left the living room, he shot a look over his shoulder. "I'm so feeling these leathers. Tell Fritz I want fifty pairs of them. Stat. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #j-r-ward #lover-unbound #marissa

Butch, let me help you." He cursed. "What if-" "What ifs don't cut it." She took a deep breath. "I won't lie. I'm scared. But I don't want to turn my back on you and you're a fool to try and make me." He shook his head, respect in his eyes. "You always been this courageous?" "No. But it appears that for you, I guess I am. So are you going to let me in?" "I want to. I feel like I need to. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #j-r-ward #marissa #courage

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do? ↗

— Marissa Meyer

#cinder #marissa-meyer #imagination

I remembered all the Christmases we’d celebrated, always with a huge tree, situated next to the staircase where I now sat. As a child, I’d sat upon that same step, huddled up against the balus- ters, studying the tree, its shape and decorations; enthralled by the magical light and shadows upon the walls around me. Dancing. Over Christmas the only light in the hallway had come from the silver candelabra burning on the hallway table. But on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day night small candles were attached to the branches of the tree, their soft light reflected in the vast chande- lier suspended high above and thrown back across the walls like stars across the universe. I remembered the smell, that mingling of pine and wax and burning logs: the smell of home, the smell of happiness. I’d sat there in my nightgown, listening to the chime of crystal; the laughter, music and voices emanating from another room, an adult world I could only imagine. And always hoping for a glimpse of Mama, as she whooshed across the marble floor, beautiful, resplendent . . . invincible. ↗

— Judith Kinghorn

#the-last-summer #beauty