science-fiction-romance

Well, as I see it, the only way to win is to play the game and beat everyone at it. And I mean, who__ to say you can__ make your own rules?_ I say.__poken like a true outlaw,_ Nicholas retorts.I smirk, a little guiltily. __ suppose. Thank goodness you went along with it. Anyone else would have refused to register me or left me to Master Douglas._ Shivers go up my spine.__artners in crime.__ laugh at first, but then think about it. __hat__ kind of sad.___r exciting._ He stares at me for a moment. __ell, speaking as your registrar, you need to get some rest.___re you ever going to let me have any fun?_ I ask.__ot until the sun stops shining.___ell, technically it goes down every night_ I say.__ot in this country.

(D)reams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't.

There, amongst the angry water was the glow of green eyes, hundreds of them encompassed the entire area...We were completely and totally surrounded. They all hung just below the water waiting for a sign to attack. There was no hope. We would all perish...

I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.

It wasn't till Sebastian began to stalk toward her that she recalled her situation. She was wet and half naked, alone in a room with a strong brutish male of unknown intentions

My romantic history since arriving on Novo has been non-existent, but I don't know what, if anything, came before; thanks to the government's cerebral pilfering.

In a flash, the previously lusty green irises morphed into an angry blood red. Nadua stood with a gasp, not sure what was happening to him. The horns that peeked out of his sandy brown hair began to alter their color as well, taking on the cast of burning embers. Razor-sharp fangs peeked out from his lips, twisted in rage. This was how he had looked when he was tearing through her men.

Know this. If you're here to hurt my ship, or my crew, I will make sure you truly do know sufferi

She knew it was going to happen, was ready for it, but when he pulled her to his lips, nothing could have prepared her for the heavy rush of desire that slammed through her.

Her heavy breathing echoed off the thick walls, her body frozen in shock, but when Marik reappeared in the mouth of the cave, she reached for the sword. He was still in a state of bloodlust and was, what she could only describe as, stalking her.

What happened?""I f***ed Titan.""Ah.""Actually, it was more like 'Yes, please, may I have another?

Sometimes I just needed to talk about it, even though it singed like touching the end of a match. I just needed to feel that pain for a moment, to know that it was real. It was my pain. I had earned it by living through it.

I__ just an apprentice, stuck between these borrowed first and last breaths that I was given, drinking water of life, and chasing the fire of knowledge, and waiting to mingle with my eternal and faithful love, earth.

Sin__ cold, calculating, and dangerous. She scares the shit outta me. I wouldn__ want to meet her in a dark alley and that__ the truth. Compared to her, you__e a damned Sun angel.___ou just don__ know her,_ Cass said in a soft voice, her mouth curving the slightest bit. __he__ really very sweet.___ure,_ Nick scoffed. __weet as sugar. Let__ get back to why you won__ let me put my hands on you.

Not much of a childhood, Cass. When did you get to play?__ith a frown, she said, __ played.___ou took apart your robot dog.

The strange paradox of science is that it does not explain reality, it explains our fantasy. It is a beautiful thing.

Whatever you do, please don__ do anything reckless. These are very powerful people, some of which are very dangerous._ She hesitates, then continues. __his is a government agency, and you__e just_ She trails off, and I have a feeling that I know what she__ going to say.____ just an office assistant,_ I mutter, repeating Gideon__ words.__o. I was going to say that you__e too in love with my daughter to think rationally.

The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it wishes it were orange, for it sputters and reaches up to the sky with angry fists of blue and purple. It still doesn't know we can't all get what we want.