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It's the most damaging consequence associated with sociopaths. You love the person they want you to love, and then you're left with the aftermath when they finally decide to show their true colors.
I'd say she is nothing short of a miracle, son."
"I already knew that," I said, a small smile touching my lips.
I thought back to all the times I'd slept with a girl and not thought twice about it and my gut ached. If a girl doesn't safeguard herself, who will? I'd always had the mentality that men will change when women change but I never thought about how safeguarding the girls around me was just as much my responsibility as it was theirs.
You have no idea what you do to me. I've felt things for you these past few months that don't seem healthy. I've wanted you so desperately I'm afraid it may not be natural. You consume my thoughts, Sophie ... You've arrested my senses and I can't seem to get enough of you. That's what scares me. I'm so deep there's no getting out for me. You own me, you know?
If we don't make out of this alive, Sophie Price, I want you to know that I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. You're it for me.
P.S. I'm going to throw an absolutely mind-blowing fact your way. I'm not kidding, either. The country of Uganda is obsessed with Celine Dion. They dedicate entire days to broadcasting her music. They love her that much. Five words. My. Heart. Will. Go. On. Yeah.
It was the fact that she was in every piece, in every corner, on every shelf. She was everywhere, reminding me how much in love with her I was.
Sexy. As. Hell. Though, now that I think about it. Is hell sexy
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"It's the beginning, January."
"Of what?" She asked me seriously.
"Well have all the time in the world to talk about that. It's too deep to get into it right now but know this, I'm tired of pretending. So weary of it. I forgot myself when I lost who I thought Kelly was to me, but you've shown me what I think, no, I know no one else could have shown me."
"And what's that?"
"That I don't want to be lost anymore. I – I want you.
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I remembered looking down into her face, her eyes bright with new adventure and a little piece of my heart fell into her hands. My heart tumbled in pieces at her feet as she chipped away at it with her wondrous ways, and it didn't form a whole again until half a year had passed and the end product was a living, beating organ in the palm of her hands.
Note to self, Ian is happiest when in dangerous situations.
I was not staring at you," he told his plate.
I leaned over. "Did you hear that, Dingane's lunch? He was not staring at you."
He looked up at me crossly. "I was not staring at you."
"I never said you were."
"I was merely explaining that Henry was exaggerating. I did not stare at you."
"Okay," I stated, implying in my tone that he had done just that.
"I didn't. I-I wasn't."
"I believe you," I told him
"I may have looked at you a few times to make sure you were doing your job."
"Oh, I see then."
"But I certainly wasn't staring."
"We've established that you were not staring."
He breathed deeply a few times, his eyes burning into mine. "Good."
He'd definitely been staring.
What made Jules extraordinary though, was that her heart was made of the most curious fabric. It could bend and stretch to fit every single person she met.
He had brown hair, piercing green eyes and jaw line that screamed 'I might just let you kiss me here'.
Discover why you're important, then refuse to settle for anyone who doesn't completely agree.
One day, you and I are gonna wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you.
Stay with me"...
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"I don't have a choice," I told him.
"You do. Choose me, Soph.
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Girl, you are the epitome of spoiled. I can smell it in your expensive perfume, in the quality of your ridiculous clothing, in the bracelet wrapped 'round that delicate wrist." He closed the gap between us and all the air sucked from the room. "You won't last out here. You'll stay blind to the environment that surrounds you. You'll live in your clean, perfect bubble and return to your posh life come six months. You are ... you. I know your kind. I've seen it all before. You will never wake up. Not really," he explained away before backing up and leaving me to my room once again.
It was such a strange sensation knowing that someone loved you enough to die for you but not enough to fall in love with you.
Life on Earth is fleeting. It's a gift, but when God wants you, He will take you. It's not meant to be a punishment
Cricket Hunt
There was something practically tangible there, like a ray of sun, warming us through to our souls. You could see it, you could feel it, but you couldn't quite capture it in your hands. That didn't mean it wasn't there though. Oh, it was there and it weighted a thousand delicious pounds. I let that pressure inundate me, let it tether me to him.
January was like the freaking sun.
I felt the warmth of his gaze from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes.
I kissed her softly, sweetly, slowly. I greeted the day with her with that kiss. I told her I loved her with that kiss, that I was going to learn her mouth with mine, that I was going to be her perpetual student. I told her she was the only one with that kiss. I told her she was made for me with that kiss.
I can't do that," he said, exhaling sharply and staring out the glass into the street.
"Why not?"
His face softened. "I need his money."
Spencer looked at me and I couldn't help but stare back. We were all in the same boat, prisoners to GREED.
I opened my mouth to argue with him but he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine and I forgot my own name let alone whatever argument I had.
He was breathtaking. Breathtakingly sexy. Breathtakingly beautiful. Breathtakingly real. Just breathtaking.
I'd discovered that when the most precious thing in your life could slip through
your fingers, investments, money, those
things suddenly meant absolutely jack.
Spencer Blackwell
My god, he's the one who gets the girls? What? Is he made of chocolate or something?
Please, enlighten me, Tom. What exactly did you observe?"
"That men fly to you like a bug to a zapper."
"Lovely. That's a lovely analogy. Yes, I'm a man-eater, Tom.
Why would he do this? "He likes you, dumbass," I said out loud.
What is it about you?" he asked me.
I gulped. "What do you mean?" I whispered, closing my eyes and swallowing again, my breaths becoming labored.
He lifted his hand and dragged the backs of his fingers across my jaw so lightly I barely felt them, but they made me feel dizzy all the same.
"How can you be this extraordinary, January MacLouchlainn?" He leaned closer, a look of pure frustration and anger lit his eyes and pressed his lips.
"And why couldn't I have met you before I realised I didn't want anyone ... ever?
We're all so afraid of what everyone around us thinks that we risk ourselves to desperation. It's utterly stupid. It's utterly frightening. But it's utterly human.
When i was nervous, I resorted to inadvertent insults.
Sincerity is one of those rare human qualities that feels a bit like discovering a lost treasure. It is a rare commodity but once found, it absolutely priceless. That was Callum, pretty much in a nutshell.
The greed was more powerful than the will to do right.
What kind of trouble could you possible make, Harper Bailey? He asked with a raised brow.
The kind that changes your opinion of someone, therefore you'll never find out.
Heart attacks are one of those things best left unprovoked.
This was it. The beginning of the blasted end.
No need to flatter me, Miss Price. I believe your bait worked. I'm hooked. Line and sinker.
I'm a coward, January. I'm not sure if I can handle another heartbreak and I know if I fell for you, I'd fall so hard there'd be no coming back from it. You're extraordinary.
I just stared after him, wondering what in the hell crawled up his butt. Then I ogled his rude butt and thought, "nice ass" but shook myself and remembered that he needed a swift kick there not an appreciative stare..
I'd been kissed before, many times, but never like that.
Fear, Sadness. They're not weaknesses. They are overpowering, defining emotions. They make you human, Sophie.
I wanted to make love to her, intertwine my fingers and my body with hers, drink her in and inhale every inch of her, memorize her skin.
I'm glad I married you too, Harper," I whispered into her hair, "because I'm in love with you." But she didn't hear, gone into a dream.
If I was being candid with her, she'd only find out that I felt something for her that could only be the equivalent of a gravitational pull towards the center of the earth. She was a magnet for me and I was powerless to resist. It was more than a mere attraction.
My happiness was tied to him in strands of transparent steel cables, nothing could break those ties except for Callum himself and I trusted him so implicitly.
Every want I fulfilled and every desire was quenched. I wanted for nothing. Except attention.
I can say without absolute certainty that you are the only person in this world that deserves the moon, the ocean, and the stars. You are the only exception. You deserve them and if it takes me our entire lives to give them to you I won't settle until they are yours.
I wanted to know what it was like to lie next to a warm body, to feel close to someone sincere because sincerity is one of those rare human qualities that feels a bit like discovering a lost treasure. It is a rare commodity but once found, is absolutely priceless.
You want to stick with what's easy for you. You foresee the amount of work it would take to transform yourself and you're too frightened to embrace the challenge. Now, that, Sophie Price, is a real weakness.
One, guys love sex because they love the feeling. nothing more. two, girls love sex because it feels good as well but whether or not they want it, there's an emotional tie.
It's the favorite part of my day."
My eyes opened lazily. "What do you mean?" I whispered.
"When you undo them and run your hands throughout the waves. That's my favorite part of the day.
Your heart is startlingly beautiful, Sophie.
Ask yourself something. Have you ever thought about why guys want you gone the next day? It's not because they've got things to do, though I'm sure there are a few assholes who think like that, either because they repeated the folly so often they learned to bury the guilt or because they didn't have a conscience to begin with but, truthfully, it's because they can't stand to look at the reason they feel a hole in their chest. They don't like reminders of who helped put that sick feeling in the pits of their stomachs. As long as they had a decent mama, the guilt is always substantial. Always. If they say differently, they're liars. - Spencer Blackwell, GREED
What fresh hell is this? I
The moonlight fell across her gold strands, looking for all the world like copper threads. I half expected them to sing in clinking charms every time her head moved. I hugged her closely to me, hoping to squeeze the bad memories from her life. I'd absorb them from her, if I could. Just take them and endure the obvious ache they caused her. - Callum Tate from Callum & Harper
My goal in life was to rule my tiny, elite world, so I did.
Jules and I smiled a lot. So much, that I found my cheeks actually hurt when I finally rested my head at the end of the day. I would rub the muscles in them, readying them for their inevitable workout the next day.
One day you will blink and the haze will dissipate. You'�ll discover that what once defined you has wilted
into graying hair and wrinkled skin. Frantic, you�ll glance around yourself, in hopes of finding those you
swore adored you, but all you will find is empty picture frames.
An Irishman walks into a pub," she begins and the bar went silent. "The bartender asks him, 'What'll you have?'" Her Irish accent was spot on. "The man says, 'Give me three pints of Guinness, please.' The bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. He then orders three more.
"The bartender says, 'Sir, no need to order as many at a time. I'll keep an eye on it and when you get low, I'll bring you a fresh one.' The man replies, 'You don't understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we'd still drink together. So right now, me brothers have three Guinness stouts too, and we're drinking together.'
"The bartender thought this a wonderful tradition and every week the man came in and ordered three beers." January's playing and voice became more solemn, dramatic. "But one week, he ordered only two." The crowd oohed and ahhed. "He slowly drank them," she continued darkly, "and then ordered two more. The bartender looked at him sadly. 'Sir, I know your tradition, and, agh, I'd just like to say that I'm sorry for your loss.'
"The man looked on him strangely before it finally dawned on him. 'Oh, me brothers are fine - I just quit drinking.
I'd fallen so hard in love with her, I was surprised I hadn't been knocked out.
Their innocence is addicting, their hope is catching and I'm happy to be surrounded by them.
I ruled because I was the hottest. You see, I'm one of the beautiful people.
I tumbled about New York City never really forming friendships for fear they'd just disappoint me further than I already was. I was afraid that a loss like that would be the bitter pill that would kill the little spirit I had left. - Callum Tate in Callum & Harper
We may not have known each other our whole lives but we've definitely lived them in parallel
Anything can hurt you, Harper. Even things you're supposed to be able to count on can hurt you."
"These things you speak of, do they include how we're supposed to rely on mothers and fathers never to die or leave us alone?"
"Exactly, but that's life, Harper. Nothing is guaranteed."
"You're right."
"But I can promise you that I would never intentionally hurt you and, although a promise is not a guarantee, it is still a promise and you can ask anyone I know, I'm good on my word."
"I don't know why but I believe you.
I started toward the barn and was grateful that the wind was still. About halfway up the drive, my heart began to beat an irregular rhythm as I caught sight of Cricket coming toward me. My breath caught in my throat. This girl. This tiny little girl had such incredible power over me with her big, blue, round, sad eyes. Her unusual face, her unusually striking face. Her pert nose. The faint laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. And I didn't know her, didn't really even know if she and I were anything alike but that didn't stop me from wishing we shared a future ... even if she did belong to someone else.
Fascinating," I said, turning toward Ian. "You never told me Simon went to Oxford."
"Simon went to Oxford, Sophie.
He was actually interested in things I had to say, something I'd never experienced before and made me feel extraordinarily special.
No one can know sincere happiness, Sophie, without first having known sorrow. One can never appreciate the enormity and rareness of such a fiery bliss without seeing misery, however unfair that may be.
I ran up the stairs, shedding pieces of my suit as I went, determined for a shower, resolute in washing away what I'd just done, who I really was but I was certain there was nothing that could cleanse me, to launder my poisoned blood. This was who I was. Hopeless personified.
I smiled at him and we stood quietly, our hands on one another as if we were both awakening to whatever it was that was surrounding us both then. It was written all over us. There was something practically tangible there, like a ray of sun, warming us through to our souls. You could see it, you could feel it, but you couldn't quite capture it in your hands. That didn't mean it wasn't there though. Oh, it was there and it weighed a thousand precious pounds.
If you took everything I'd ever found hot in a girl and piled them into a corner, you'd get Cricket Hunt standing in a corner.
Men wanted me. They all did, however briefly, but none of them wanted to keep me. That's what I needed. I needed to be owned, loved. BUT NOT BY A MAN. I knew then that I never needed to be kept by a man. What I needed was to love myself, to want to keep myself around. And in that revelation, I knew that if I wanted to keep myself, that a man wanting to keep me would just be a by-product.
I wanted to know you," he told me. "I didn't want to know you," he continued, confusing me. "I wanted to touch you. I wanted to touch you. I would have died just to touch you. One time. I would have needed just the one time.