Nalini Singh (born February 18, 1945) is an Indian journalist.
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.
If you die, Lily. . . I’ll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.
But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.
What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.
To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run. . . is that not also a kind of annihilation?
They didn't understand that she held his heart, held it so utterly that there was nothing he wouldn't do, no line he wouldn't cross to keep her safe.
"So decisive", he murmured in that calm tone that had adrenaline flooding her body, the primitive part of her brain conscious she was in the presence of a predator. "Got your eye on someone?" She didn‘t know what made her say it. "No. But I have no plans to die a virgin. "
Some things need to be broken to become stronger.
My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball. " Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.
For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.
Jesus H. Christ. I have new respect for the female of the species suddenly.
You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian
Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.
. . . his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.
This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.
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.
Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death. - Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm
Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!
A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.
Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love. " Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. "I wish you'd love me. " Why?" Because then maybe you could protect me, too" Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.