Drake Funny Quotes

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?

Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame.

The very second the door closed behind them, Nicholas started shouting. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. 'I can't believe you did that!' he railed. 'After the field party, the vamps in the garden. Didn't you hear a single word I said?' 'No why don't you yell a little louder?' 'This isn't funny, Lucy.

Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.

Where's Quinn?' "He went around the other side." Connor replied. Stealth mode." A war whoop and a mocking laugh belied that comment. Hunter sighed. 'He's across the street, being a lunatic, you mean.' "That's stealth mode for him.

Stop hiding condoms in my stuff. It's like some twisted Easter egg hunt in there.

That's good," Hunter said, panting. "Keep grinning at your attacker like that and they'll think you're way creepy. And mental." I grinned wider. "I totally love this. Who can I punch next?

I have to console myself with the hope that I'd seen Isabeau soften, even hesitate, as if she might actually have taken my arm. It was suddenly very easy to picture her in a gown with petticoats and ringlets in her hair and diamonds at her throat. It was just as easy to picture Magda with horns and pitchfork." - Logan, page 95

The funny thing about advice is, we always tell others the things we cannot really do ourselves.

(Hunter) "conner was at his desk, tapping away at another computer. It was amazing how much he and Quinn looked alike. Quinn nudged me as if he knew what I was thinking. "I'm cuter,"he informed me loftily.

We think we owe everyone something. We think we need to explain ourselves and we think too much about thinking too much. And it is funny how we think we know it all, but the reality is this: everything we think that brings us together is everything that sets us further apart. And over thinking of how different we all are; is failing to recognize of how connected we all could really be.

You are his mate for all intents and purposes, and with that comes the responsibility of caring for his…booboos.

Poor little fox, all fuzzy and annoyed.

You foxing liar!

Yes, there’s a problem. I’m not that difficult to live with; you don’t need to throw yourself off the building!

But… I can see inside.” I pointed. “Look, there was a brain in there after all!

You are no longer required. This woman has someone worthier who will respect her and tear your spine out through your anus should you attempt to contact her again.

Kyan, this superior being of unspoken age, was rolling around on the sofa like a lunatic.

Fuck off, you crazy bastard!” That ‘goddess’ raced along the path and lept over a large rose bush, charging right towards us like a wild boar. “Don’t be such a baby—It was once! Get over it already!

Caleb, there’s a fluffy rat in the lounge… can I roast it?!” “I believe that is Ms Birch’s companion and not socially acceptable to consume.” “You fucking lunatic!

She maimed me!” He shrieked at his brother. “Aren’t you going to do something?

What the ever-loving fuck is this?

All newborns need to bond with kin, and all here will be waiting their turn to teach the general’s spawn how to piss him off!

Lady Fate, what is your greatest weapon?” Max frowned. “My extensive fucking vocabulary and razor-sharp wit!” I wanted to cry. This was so stupid.

The funny thing about advice is, we always tell others the things we cannot really do ourselves.

There’s no such satisfaction quite like seeing the revered and feared Lord Killian blindsided by a three-year-old’s randomly dropped ‘Fuck off, Wanker!’ during an official banquet. It really is true to the adage from the mouths of babes.

I glanced around the table and found Kyan staring down at the table. I knew for a fact he wasn’t sleeping, not here among such others – he was far too cautious for that. I smiled to myself when I saw the edge of a page as it turned – typical of him to be reading at a banquet that all territories would kill to attend.

Right, well. Cheryl from downstairs, it’s great to see your ankle is miraculously healed, but I’d like it if, in future, you wouldn’t invite my fiancé into your apartment with designs on getting him naked. He’s all too comfortable discarding his clothes, and I haven’t taught him about stranger danger yet. So if you wouldn’t mind backing the fuck off, I’d appreciate it.

- [ ] “Right, well. Cheryl from downstairs, it’s great to see your ankle is miraculously healed, but I’d like it if, in future, you wouldn’t invite my fiancé into your apartment with designs on getting him naked. He’s all too comfortable discarding his clothes, and I haven’t taught him about stranger danger yet. So if you wouldn’t mind backing the fuck off, I’d appreciate it.

No, I’m good, just ribs saying no climbing you.” Ravi made a frustrated face, his nose crinkling up. “But I want to climb you.” “Absolutely no climbing me—” Ravi made a high-pitched whine of protest, already shaking his head. “—until the bandages come off,” Sora finished, amused again. “You’ve really got to let me finish my sentences, dear heart.” “But you start off saying really awful things,” Ravi protested. “Just checking, but I can totally climb you later, right?

Just as Drake turned six weeks old, I decided I wanted to lose some baby weight. Chip and I were both still getting used to the idea that we had a baby of our own now, but I felt it was okay to leave him with Chip for a half hour or so in the mornings so I could take a short run up and down Third Street. I left Drake in the little swing he loved, kissed Chip good-bye, and off I went. Chip was so sweet and supportive. When I got back he was standing in the doorway saying, “Way to go, baby!” He handed me a banana and asked if I’d had any cramps or anything. I hadn’t. I actually felt great. I walked in and discovered Chip had prepared an elaborate breakfast for me, as if I’d run a marathon or something. I hadn’t done more than a half-mile walk-run, but he wanted to celebrate the idea that I was trying to get myself back together physically. He’d actually driven to the store and back and bought fresh fruit and real maple syrup and orange juice for me. I sat down to eat, and I looked over at Drake. He was sound asleep in his swing, still wearing nothing but his diaper. “Chip, did you take Drake to the grocery store without any clothes on?” Chip gave me a real funny look. He said, “What?” I gave him a funny look back. “Oh my gosh,” he said. “I totally forgot Drake was here. He was so quiet.” “Chip!” I yelled, totally freaked out. I was a first-time mom. Can you imagine? Anyone who’s met Chip knows he can get a little sidetracked, but this was our child! He was in that dang swing that just made him perfectly silent. I felt terrible. It had only been for a few minutes. The store was just down the street. But I literally got on my knees to beg for Jo’s forgiveness.

Whatcha got there?” Drake asked, nodding to the floor. “Snacks for me.”  I winked.  “Well, now I’m offended.”  He fake pouted, scooting away from me in his seat, which made it even more funny because there was nowhere for him to go in the tiny car. “Why is that?”  Nothing wrong with playing along, besides, he was cute when he was fake-mad.  What was I saying?  He was cute ALL the time. He turned to me and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me close.  Far off, I caught a whiff of his scent.  Mmm.  Delicious. “It’s just that I thought I was your snack on the go.”  His breath danced on my cheek, dangerously close to my lips. I giggled before I could stop myself. “Do you really want me to suck you dry?” “Mmm, that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”  He raised his eyebrows and flashed a naughty grin. “Don’t be dirty, I didn’t mean that.”  I slapped his arm for good measure.  “Is that all you think of me as—some kind of slutty vampire?

Is Joanna Gaines here? We have a warrant here for her arrest,” the officer said. It was the tickets. I knew it. And I panicked. I picked up my son and I hid in the closet. I literally didn’t know what to do. I’d never even had a speeding ticket, and all of a sudden I’m thinking, I’m about to go to prison, and my child won’t be able to eat. What is this kid gonna do? I heard Chip say, “She’s not here.” Thankfully, Drake didn’t make a peep, and the officer believed him. He said, “Well, just let her know we’re looking for her,” and they left. Jo’s the most conservative girl in the world. She had never even been late for school. I mean, this girl was straitlaced. So now we realize there’s a citywide warrant out for her arrest, and we’re like, “Oh, crap.” In her defense, Jo had wanted to pay those tickets off all along, and I was the one saying, “No way. I’m not paying these tickets.” So we decided to try to make it right. We called the judge, and the court clerk told us, “Okay, you have an appointment at three in the afternoon to discuss the tickets. See you then.” We wanted to ask the judge if he could remove a few of them for us. “The fines for our dogs “running at large” on our front porch just seemed a bit excessive. We arrived at the courthouse, and Chip was carrying Drake in his car seat. I couldn’t carry it because I was still recovering from Drake’s delivery. We got inside and spoke to a clerk. They looked at the circumstances and decided to switch all the tickets into Chip’s name. Those dogs were basically mine, and it didn’t make sense to have the tickets in her name. But as soon as they did that, this police officer walked over and said, “Hey, do you mind emptying out all of your pockets?” I got up and cooperated. “Absolutely. Yep,” I said. I figured it was just procedure before we went in to see the judge. Then he said, “Yeah, you mind taking off your belt?” I thought, That’s a little weird. Then he said, “Do you mind turning around and putting your hands behind your back?” They weren’t going to let us talk to the judge at all. The whole thing was just a sting to get us to come down there and be arrested. They arrested Chip on the spot. And I’m sitting there saying, “I can’t carry this baby in his car seat. What am I supposed to do?” I started bawling. “You can’t take him!” I cried. But they did. They took him right outside and put him in the back of a police car. Now I feel like the biggest loser in the world. I’m in the back of a police car as my crying wife comes out holding our week-old baby. I’m walking out, limping, and waving to him as they drive away. And I can’t even wave because my hands are cuffed behind my back. So here I am awkwardly trying to make a waving motion with my shoulder and squinching my face just to try to make Jo feel better. It was just the most comical thing, honestly. A total joke. To take a man to jail because his dogs liked to walk around a neighborhood, half of which he owns? But it sure wasn’t funny at the time. I was flooded with hormones and just could not stop crying. They told me they were taking my husband to the county jail. Luckily we had a buddy who was an attorney, so I called him. I was clueless. “I’ve never dated a guy that’s been in trouble, and now I’ve got a husband that’s in jail.

Real Quick" [Intro:] Valuable lesson, man I had to grow up That's why I never ask for help I'll do it for you niggaz and do it for myself [Chorus:] I go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga! [50 Cent:] I'll run my blade 'cross a nigga ass {"real quick"} I'm so for real I'm on some real real nigga shit You playin boy I'll get you hit {"real quick"} You better hope the parademics come {"real quick"} Got me fucked up you think it's different now a nigga rich Before I get to cuttin know you niggaz better cut the shit Boy, you gon' have ya head popped, pull a trigger for me And my lil' niggaz trigger op' like it's legal homie No game when I bang, boy I empty the clip You run like a bitch, you ain't 'bout that shit Hey hey hey hey, I'll catch you another day day day day It's the Unit back to the bullshit [Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Nothin in life is out of bounds AK hold about a hundred rounds 60 shots like K.D. at the Rucker's Okay! When I see you on respirators Southside nigga 'til the day I'm gone Indulge in the violence when the drama on Yeah, these rap niggaz lukewarm I'm two sleeves of dope, when the mic on [Chorus] [Kidd Kidd:] Real quick, Rida Gang fuck nigga, huh! Don't Tweet me, see me when you see me Down to make the news just to say that I'm on TV (Kidd Kidd) This clip rated R, niggaz PG Them shells burn like a bootleg CD (huh?) Fuck love, I want the money When you get too much of it they gon' say you actin funny "Kidd, how you feel now that the Unit's back?" Like a million bucks, muh'fucker do the math! [Young Buck:] Cold-blooded, boy my heart don't feel shit Get with me, ask 50, I'll take the hit {"real quick"} Balenciagas, you can still get ya ass kicked Take a rapper nigga bitch and make a real flick I know I'm different from what you usually be dealin with Don't need a mic, give me some white to make a million with Single borough, six shots on the Brooklyn Bridge I'll let the nigga Drake tell you what I just did (yeah) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks:] Nigga gettin money new to you (uh) I give a fuck if shit get ugly, there'll be a beautiful funeral You fit the script I'm gon' assume it's true Can't manuever through the street without a strategy, ain't nobody to tutor you And man was lucky Unit's through, you know why he flows 15 years, switchin dealers like casinos And my goon'll clip you on the arm (uhh) I'm out the country every week and dumpin ash out on the Autobahn Auto-pilot's always on Rather better livin, I've been [?] green bills callin me all day long This is homicide, more tears in your mama eyes More reason to wake up, real niggaz arrive [Chorus]

I prodded him in the chest with a finger and said, “Look here, smart mouth, I’m getting pretty sick of you already. If you know what’s best for you, keep your trap shut and do as I tell you. I still haven’t forgotten how you pushed my friend into that corpse. So unless you want to end up like that body in the underpass, do yourself a favour and keep out of my face, okay?” “Whatever you say, boss. You’re the boss, boss,” Drake said. “See, there you go again!” I snapped at him. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, boss,” Drake said. “You even say boss like a wise arse,” I shot back at him. “I don’t know what you mean b-” Drake started again. “Did I say you had to call me boss?” “It’s just that I thought…” “Don’t think!” I barked. “Just do as I say and we’ll get along just fine.” “Whatever you say,” Drake said. I glanced at Madison and she was smiling. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Nothing,” she smiled back. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realise that I was some sort of freaking comedian. Let’s see if you think it’s so funny when another one of those dead kids shows up. Jesus, no wonder you amateurs haven’t caught this piece of scum yet – you’re probably all too busy sitting round cracking jokes and taking the piss to do any real police work.” “You are funny though,” she half-laughed. “It’s just that when you get angry, your jaw goes all tense and your nostrils flare out at the sides.” “Oh yeah, how very amusing,” I remarked. “I think you two clowns are funny – not ha-ha funny – but fucked-in-the-head funny! Now, if you two have quite finished doing your Laurel and Hardy impersonations, we’ve got a killer to catch!

Real Quick [Intro:] Valuable lesson, man I had to grow up That's why I never ask for help I'll do it for you niggaz and do it for myself [Chorus:] I go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga! [50 Cent:] I'll run my blade 'cross a nigga ass {"real quick"} I'm so for real I'm on some real real nigga shit You playin boy I'll get you hit {"real quick"} You better hope the parademics come {"real quick"} Got me fucked up you think it's different now a nigga rich Before I get to cuttin know you niggaz better cut the shit Boy, you gon' have ya head popped, pull a trigger for me And my lil' niggaz trigger op' like it's legal homie No game when I bang, boy I empty the clip You run like a bitch, you ain't 'bout that shit Hey hey hey hey, I'll catch you another day day day day It's the Unit back to the bullshit [Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Nothin in life is out of bounds AK hold about a hundred rounds 60 shots like K.D. at the Rucker's Okay! When I see you on respirators Southside nigga 'til the day I'm gone Indulge in the violence when the drama on Yeah, these rap niggaz lukewarm I'm two sleeves of dope, when the mic on [Chorus] [Kidd Kidd:] Real quick, Rida Gang fuck nigga, huh! Don't Tweet me, see me when you see me Down to make the news just to say that I'm on TV (Kidd Kidd) This clip rated R, niggaz PG Them shells burn like a bootleg CD (huh?) Fuck love, I want the money When you get too much of it they gon' say you actin funny "Kidd, how you feel now that the Unit's back?" Like a million bucks, muh'fucker do the math! [Young Buck:] Cold-blooded, boy my heart don't feel shit Get with me, ask 50, I'll take the hit {"real quick"} Balenciagas, you can still get ya ass kicked Take a rapper nigga bitch and make a real flick I know I'm different from what you usually be dealin with Don't need a mic, give me some white to make a million with Single borough, six shots on the Brooklyn Bridge I'll let the nigga Drake tell you what I just did (yeah) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks:] Nigga gettin money new to you (uh) I give a fuck if shit get ugly, there'll be a beautiful funeral You fit the script I'm gon' assume it's true Can't manuever through the street without a strategy, ain't nobody to tutor you And man was lucky Unit's through, you know why he flows 15 years, switchin dealers like casinos And my goon'll clip you on the arm (uhh) I'm out the country every week and dumpin ash out on the Autobahn Auto-pilot's always on Rather better livin, I've been [?] green bills callin me all day long This is homicide, more tears in your mama eyes More reason to wake up, real niggaz arrive [Chorus]

Everyone loves a goddamned trainwreck, after all.

A few years ago, I read an article saying that the mortality rate for comedians is higher than those serving in the military. How heartbreaking is that? When we think of comedy, we think funny, light, and uplifting, never considering those for whom the burden was too much, like Robin Williams, Richard Jeni, Drake Sather, or Charles Rocket.

She just sent out the last group of demon grunts for the night,” he told us casually. “Good,” Drake sighed getting up and dusting himself off. Isaiah stared at him oddly and pointed, “what’s up with your face?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” the one-eyed demon retorted. Already uptight by the presence of the black angel. Without more words to share, Drake passed him with a rough shove.

I see Archie's soft side which I adore it personally. He's so sweet and funny but arrogant too if someone dares to mess up with him!

Mark had more trouble keeping his dick in his pants than a toddler who discovered how fun it is to play with that funny thing inside his Pull-ups.

Julius. Why do you always seem to appear when there is trouble?” Tiris asked, already knowing the answer. “Because trouble is more interesting.

That’s really mean, Zero. What did I say about using your words?” Kino, a handsome silver-furred fox, peeled himself away from the wall nearby, trying his best to convey an admonishing stare. “Be nice or don't speak.” “Then, I can be mean if I don't say a word?” Aya sneered. Kino blanched.

Can I ask a question?” Kino watched the centaur leave, then smiled at the Prime. “If it is: 'can I sit on the throne?', my answer is the same as the other nine hundred and eighty-six times you asked.

Right. Then I guess the next step is getting in closer.” Kino grinned. “I volunteer!” “No,” they said in unison. “Spoilsports.

Hyde? You gotta be shitting me! If Theo’s last name was Jekyll, she was doing a runner immediately!

Oh, dear. Have I broken you with my suave beauty already? I thought I'd have to seduce you a little first.

I'm Kino. You've fallen for me, haven't you?!” He winked again. Yeah, maybe a little. She sighed.

Hey! I’m going nowhere, and you can’t make me!” “Why did you have to say something like that?” She suspected that Kino's exasperation was fake. He was far too happy about—everything. “I'll just have to carry you, then.

WHOA—WAIT!” Harper begged. “What the fuck is going on, Harps?” Reef lay there, giving Aya his best look of seething fury. “You know this person?” Kino asked. “Yeah. He's my friend. Can you… erm, not kill him please, Mr Aya?

I’m wounded, Tiger. You don't believe me? And I thought you loved me.

Your hypocritic oath is a real pain in the tail sometimes, Doc.” “Hippocratic, Kino. Please stop referring to it as otherwise. It’s been decades, and the joke isn’t funny.

One day Tiris would catch Kino merrily skipping along, having stirred up mischief somewhere. So far, no one had ever caught sight of it, but they all sensed that the skipping occurred.

Don't you get sick of winning?” Wes fiddled with his tie, a sign he was seriously stuck. “I could ask the same of you and your losing streak.

While in my presence, you will refrain from using such words. You are a woman of intelligence with a vast vocabulary. Use it. Without cursing.” “But cursing is way more fun.” She blinked innocently. The need to mess with him was a deliciously overwhelming urge almost as great as those other urges. She was annoyed at him and herself. “It’s just so fucking great!

Only Lord Inari can tell us apart unless we deliberately intend people to know. How do you know I'm Enzo, not Ezra?” “Uh, I dunno. You were introduced as Enzo, and I remembered.” She was always going to mentally call them the porcelain dolls because of that enviable skin she noticed the first time they met. “Our own mother mixes us up!” He hissed coldly. Harper straightened her shoulders. The need to snap back threw her manners to the wind. “Oi, no need to get pissy with me, mate. All I did was get your name right!

Whoa! At least let me leave first!” “But then you couldn’t witness my epic state of sexiness.” Shirtless, Kino flashed another of those killer grins to double up the impact. Had she ever seen so many muscles on one torso? He carried it all so well. What's worse, he was far from a meathead, adding to the overall attraction. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. Look, she's drooling.” “Am not!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You had to check, though.

Why are you here?!” Aya snapped, and the giant hound growled ominously in reply. “Don't be so mean to him. He's just a baby!” Finally! Someone she liked and who seemed to like her back. She dropped to her knees, squishing Tenko's face between her palms and snuggling him without fear. “Just a ba… Are you insane?” Rushton gasped.

Look at all this hair!” She sighed, touching the silvery strands. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. You're so beautiful.” “Thanks.” He grinned. “I knew you’d fall for me eventually.

Red!” Harper found his smile. “Oh, my God! The piano!” “Be calm.” Easy for you to say. “You have to get an exterminator. The piano’s infested!” She clung to his hair as there were no robes to grab. Why was he half-naked? “You have one of those bin-diving junk monkeys in there. You'll never get rid of it if you don't catch it now!

Hey, Red?” she whispered, though she suspected the angry guy could hear, his scowl intensified when she called the Prime by a pet name. “Who’s that?” “This is Maldor. Or better known as the 'Bin-diving junk monkey', was it?!” “With respect, Your Grace, the laughing is just as insulting as the nickname.” Maldor sighed.

Yeah, you repulse me. Take it off. All of it!” She laughed until his hands went to the tie that held his trousers closed. “Whoa, no! I was kidding. Bloody Hell, you don't do well with humour, do you?

Morning, Max." I groaned, waving him in. "Coffee? Or the souls of my hopes and dreams? Oh, wait. No, that's Dad's favourite breakfast!

No. Placing down my knife - better to be safe and not stabby - I faced Janine.

Dragon..." Caleb snorted angrily. Lifting from the ground, he silently hovered. Why did he have to be so cool? "Can't you say anything else?" I bitched. "Not even a single apology for missing dinner!" Yes, I was pushing my luck. It's what I do. "Do it now!" He lunged, snarling in my face. His teeth were bigger than my thigh! "Or I fuck you like this!" Oh, hello—I mean, crap. Nudging me with his snout, Caleb pushed covered. Why did he have to be so cool? "Can't you say anything else?" I bitched. "Not even a single apology for missing dinner!" Yes, I was pushing my luck. It's what I do. "Do it now!" He lunged, snarling in my face. His teeth were bigger than my thigh! "Or I fuck you like this!" Oh, hello—I mean, crap.

Fate, I have a question," Max began. "Err, it's a bit awkward right now, but okay?" I squirmed beneath Verga, my face still shoved against the dirt. "What are you?" Max asked me this while holding Verga in his stare, ensuring the blue dragon didn't move. "I'm...a dragon?" I didn't see the point of this, and Max sighing with impatience was new to me. "Urgh, no. You're an idiot." Max huffed. "What are dragons famed for?" "I dunno. Being cryptic old bastards?!" I roared angrily, sick of this shit. "Lady Fate, what is your greatest weapon?" Max frowned. "My extensive fucking vocabulary and razor-sharp wit!" I wanted to cry. This was stupid. "Oh, for fuck’s sake, kid." Max roared. "BURN THE FUCKER!

I waved and shook my head at Max. "Don't look so surprised. Humans seem very attracted to elves, even the old crusty anes with one eye." "That's gonna earn you extra training, kid," Max grumbled and started walking. "Crap!

General?" I wasn't listening as I finished the final inspection of the Living quarters. "I don't like this." They kept muttering while I continued to check their weapon maintenance and uniforms. "I'm scared." "If you're scared of the general's smile, I think you'll shit your pants to see him laugh." Maxus taunted the younger recruits. "But none of that is as bad as when you disrespect him, so shut the fuck up!

Kyan scowled from the depths of the cushions he was collecting. "I need the purchasing details for this. I want ten!" I didn't doubt that he would put a couch in every place he ever dwelled for longer than five minutes.

Is there anything you want to eat?" "Yes, I-" He began, and I turned on him angrily. "If you say my dad, I swear I will cause a scene that makes him look came!" "I was actually about to say I would like to eat the steak and bread concoction you previously made.

What the f—!” A shadow fell over me, halting the expletives as I stared in horror at my bicycle. “I had to take measures.” Zak, ears tucked away again, folded his arms. “But my wheels!” I gawked. “Wasn’t one enough? You removed both!” “As I said, measures were taken.” He looked at his pocket watch. “Were you meant to be somewhere?

What... are you doing?" Kyan, this superior being of unspoken age, was rolling around on the sofa like a lunatic. "This is amazing!" He spread himself out and sighed. "How can something feel so soft?" I put down the tray and chucked a cushion at him, which he immediately hugged.

We both died of the same disease. Drake caught it early, seemed cured, then suffered a fatal relapse. I cam down with it late in life, and it wasted little time in destroying me. What disease? Heroism

Shaylah's sudden, sharp exclamation jerked Califa out of her musings. Dare dropped his cup, and it shattered on the table as his head snapped around to his mate. "I think the new prince of Trios wants to join us for this meal," Shaylah said a little breathlessly. Drake paled. "Oh, God." "No one to blame but yourself," Dax said to him with a grin. "Don't get brassy, Defense Minister Silverbrake," Califa said, setting down her own cup to help Shaylah rise. "You don't want to give him any smart remarks to use on you later." "To use on me?" Dax echoed, puzzled. Then, as her meaning hit, his eyes widened and he gaped at her. "Oh God." [...] "And I'll be there, my friend," Dare teased Dax, "rest assured.

Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA

Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA "Dancing on My Own.

He presses his mouth to mine. I nearly pass out from the surge of passion that washes through me. “What I’m telling you is…" he tightens his grip around my arms. "You belong to me," he whispers.” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA "Dancing on My Own.

My heart is pounding so crazy fast, I can barely breathe. I feel faint. And Just as I think he’s going for my lips. I brace myself for a hot, wet, romantic kiss. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Ready to go?” he asks.” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA "Dancing on My Own.