Amanda Hocking (born July 12, 1984) is an American writer of paranormal romance young adult fiction.
I need to call Matt and let him know I'm okay," I said. Finn held the passenger door open while I got inside. As soon as he got in the driver's seat, I turned to him. "Well? Can I call him?" "You really want to?" Finn asked as he started the car. "Yes, of course I do! Why is that so suprising?
My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that's really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.
You should get married more often," Loki teased. "It makes you feisty.
As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear him breathing, and that definitely helped me relax.
What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.
I predict a long reign ahead of you. Years of being referred to as Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, My Liege, My Queen, My Lovely. ” “I don’t think that last one is a formal title,” I said. “It should be.
No! If you die, I die! You asked me to spend forever with you, and I'm going to!
It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.
All the stereotypical ‘dude’ geeky things I like are socially acceptable, and all the stereotypical ‘lady’ geeky things I like are frowned upon….
Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?
You can bite me if you want. I want you to.
Travelling is a great time to catch up on my reading. It's hard falling asleep in new places, but a good book always makes it easier.
If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.
Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters. “Rhys. ” “Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.
I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you.
How could you do nothing to him, if you fought so hard?” she asked. “I’m lust and he’s wrath!” he yelled. “I’m a lover, he’s a fighter!” Virtue - A Fairy Tale
When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
In that moment, Lux felt complete for the first time. He hadn’t even realized anything was missing until he met her, but now, with her curled up in his arms, her hair tickling against his chin, he couldn’t imagine existing without her - Virtue - A Fairy Tale
Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.