D.T. Dyllin Quotes

Focus, my little Seer, you have time to contemplate my good looks at another time," Khol said with amusement.
"I'm not doing anything of the sort. You're not a mind reader, so stop pretending to be," I snapped as my cheeks heated. I was beginning to wonder if he really was able to read my mind and just wasn't telling me.

He is my soul-and always will be-even after all others turn to dust.

Because your mine." I snuggled in tighter to his muscular chest. "And I don't want the Jennas of the world to get a good look at what they've been missing and steal you away." I inhaled deeply, letting Bryn's scent surround me in comfort - home. As I began drifting off to sleep, I heard Bryn whisper something that id never forget. "There's never any danger of that. I'm yours. Always

Bryn," I murmured, twisting around to see his sleeping face steeped in the brightness of the day. I stroked my fingers down his cheek and ran my hands through his silky mane of black hair. I must be dead, I mused, for certainly waking up in Bryn's arms is heaven.

Bryn chuckled low in his chest. "I swear I've had dreams about you that began like this."
I stopped kissing him and raised my eyebrows. "Oh yeah, and how'd those dreams end up?"
He chuckled again, tugging at my robe. "I'm a guy, how do you think they ended up?

I knew one hundred percent what my answer would always be … I could never willingly walk away from him. Never. All consequences be damned.

I can't let you die!" I sobbed.
"It'll be like I'm dead anyways without you. Since I left, that's what it's felt like - like some part of me died because I couldn't be with you, couldn't see you. I'd rather die knowing it was for your freedom.

It's one thing to want someone, to desire to be with them, but it's an entirely different thing to actually need them. I never wanted to need anyone ever again.

For God's sake, girl, there are more important things on our plates than your sex life." Like mine, I silently added sheepishly.

You're perfect," I whispered, not really meaning for him to hear. Like he needed a bigger ego.
His full succulent lips tipped up at the corners and his dark, lust-laden eyes twinkled. "I know.

Of course never in a million years did I ever think I'd end up having a 'who's your daddy?' moment.

I love you, Peej. More than I can even begin to explain." His voice was so low and husky it seemed to brush things on my insides, making me shudder in turn.

You will begin training immediately. One such as yourself can't go walking around like you have been without any control. I'm surprised you've stayed sane this long."
"Who says I'm sane?" I grumbled.

What do you want?" I grumbled, not really sure if I was imagining his voice or not.
"I'm not a figment of your imagination."
"Then how did you know what I was thinking if you're not all in my mind? Besides, that's just what a figment would say." I scrunched up my face in a display of my skepticism

If you sit in the dark long enough, your eyes will adjust.
If you completely immerse yourself in death, eventually it will welcome you home into its sweet embrace.

I like you," he rumbled. His voice was low and husky, and it sounded as if he hadn't spoken in awhile.
Unable to stop myself, the words just spilled from my lips. "And I should care because?

Austin's voice was low and gruff with unspoken promises of pleasure. "I need you." He offered me no other explanation, no argument, no rationalizations, just that he needed to be with me, plain and simple.

Hey!" I exclaimed, seeing Khol standing beside my bed with my pillow in his hands. His tall frame seemed to take up more room in the light of day, and his dark auburn hair looked like fire in the morning sun. His mere physical presence in the same room as me still caused my body to shiver with excitement. Damn . . . not good.

I rolled my eyes at Jeremy. Guys and their egos are completely insufferable. "What do you want me to say Jeremy? You're hot, and you're a good kisser. But I'm in love with Bryn. End of story."
A smile spread across his face, the gold flecks in his eyes dancing. "So I'm still in the game."
I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "This isn't a game-it's my life!

Is something bothering you, Sam?" Nixon asked with a deep furrow between his concerned chocolate eyes.
"You mean besides the dead body lying in front of us?

You're absolutely insane, you know that, right?"
"Insanely smart." Jenna giggled as she absentmindedly worked some of her rainbow hair into a curl with her fingertips.

No one can ever make you feel bad about yourself without your permission.

You're going undercover. You won't actually be a stripper," David said with annoyance.
"Will I be taking my clothes off in front of complete strangers?" I asked as I stared at what was to be my new identity. Raven? Really?