new-adult-romance

Love is not found, love finds.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

It is obvious that you like to be in control of things. With this girl, you lose control. You despise that, especially since she is younger.- Maria Delgado

I__e been chasing you since before I knew what chasing a girl meant.

Nicola would have to speak up, Jacob would have to shut up, and he would have to man up.

That tonight you__e falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

It had always been Roth; from the moment he swaggered into that d- alley, where I'd been unsuccessfully fighting off a demon, it had been him for me. Maybe I'd been too blind to see that after he returned from the pits. Maybe I had been too angry with him after the way he initially acted.

They were stuck in a moment that wouldn__ quit.

Never stray from your own kind, Jessen,_ my mother would say, __r you could end up like Princess Morga, a slave and outcast to be abhorred.__he problem was, I__ never been a very obedient daughter. Never the one to do exactly as I was told. And fairy tales have no meaning when the stars align and Fortune spins her wheel, weaving her own story for your heart.

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me.It was the f***ing story of my life.

Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night__ sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and then drops a kiss on my lips. Sweet. Almost tender. I barely have time to take it in before he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, pushing me so my bare chest is slammed up into the wall, my cheek pressed against the cold concrete. I gasp, my heart skipping with the thrill. I can feel him up against me, a solid wall of muscle trapping me in place, the hard ridge of him pressed against the small of my back. I can__ move, or see the expression on his face, only hear the hoarse groan Emerson sounds as he twists a handful of my hair and yanks it to one side, kissing a searing trail along the curve of my neck.I whimper, bound and powerless against him, and oh God, loving every minute of it.

What are you doing?_ I asked. __re we getting all Fifty Shades up in here?_ He shushed me. __othing that dangerous. You won__ need a safe word.

Wracking sobs rip from the innermost chamber of my heart, and I give into them, allowing them to fully take over. Pain lances me on all sides, and I bury my head in my knees, giving in to the heartache.I cry for my parents.For my lost life.For the threat that Addison poses, scaring me in ways it shouldn__.For a boy I can__ have and shouldn__ want.For the never-ending gut-wrenching hollow ache in my chest and the soul-crushing loneliness I feel.

I__ have to say, you__e got something behind those hazel eyes of yours that I haven__ seen in a long time

Was I interrupting? I thought it was over." Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he'd known I was about to say no. "At least Feyre seemed to think so.

He owes me nothing, yet gives me everything in return. __HEA