Nalini Singh (born February 18, 1945) is an Indian journalist.
Looking at her, bedraggled and beaten, some might have seen weakness. He saw strength, determination, and a will no one could crush.
Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.
Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
Make me forget. " A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do. " "Ask nice. " "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.
Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!
There is one—how would you put it—loophole. ” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.
Tell her we don’t bite. ” “I don’t lie to my friends.
I think Illium can take care of himself. ” “Not if he keeps flirting with you. ” A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light. “Raphael’s not the sharing kind.
Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm. " She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
He understands evil better than any other person I’ve ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.
Zach. You can only call me Mr. Quinn when you're angry.
It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.
You chose a warrior, remember?” “As you chose an archangel.
She dumped me for the quarterback after she'd played my body like a banjo. So Sad. " "I bet" "I'm serious. I was heartbroken. " "For how long?" "A whole week. " An eternity in the life of a teenage boy.
His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.
You almost died. ” “But you brought me back. ” She cupped his face in her hands. “I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.
Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.
Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on. She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?” “Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.
Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine. " No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.