young-adult-science-fiction

Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. __hey say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad.___h God _ That__ so lame,_ I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin. __ believe it__ a tried and tested theory,_ he says, standing up and wiping my chin with the back of his hand. I jolt at his touch.__ow it__ a theory? I thought it was a saying? Next you__l be telling me it__ a fact._ I flop back down on the couch.__mpirical evidence shows that sixty-eight percent of girls marry a guy who displays similar personality traits to her father ..._ His voice trails off as I shake my head. __hat?_ he asks, his palms open and raised.__ou really need to get out more. Where__ you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men__ journal perhaps?

You'll regret that, Bourkan.

Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage.

In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.

Duty over fear.

I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.

It's been a pleasure pleasing you.

They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.

He turned and sauntered out of my cell, knowing I would do exactly what he said--just like I always did when he threatened with the life of my brother.

I won__ pressure you, Ari, but I__ not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.

There__ a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with that deep penetrating gaze of his, my body reacts in all the right, and wrong, ways.

Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he__ only holding my hand, but it__ the manner in which his fingers curl around mine, and the way his eyes bore into me that makes it seem much more intimate.