Kayn Quotes

Jerek shook his head, the moonlight casting a shine on his bald scalp. “You’re turning into a right old pussy and that’s a fact.” Kayne sighed. “Age will do that to you.

I need you, Jess, with everything in me I need you, not just now or tonight, but forever. You're my North Star and Safe Harbor and all those other sappy clichés, but above all else, you are my dragon slayer. I need you tonight. I need you in my arms where I can feel your heart beating in time with mine. Just hold me and… and let me hold you in return.

You wouldn't find it funny if you had zipper tracks permanently pressed into your dick.

Love is like air, babe. It's there all the time, and you don't even think about it,or you take it for granted. Then all of a sudden, you need it, or you can't breathe. You inhale, and for the first time you're aware it's keeping you alive. You feel it brush your skin all the time. Sometimes it's warm and other times it's cool, but it's there surrounding you, feeding you, holding you. When you finally realize it's love, you become vulnerable. With that new fear of not having air, you subconsciously allow someone special to breathe life for you.

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?

There are two dedications. The first is Jessica’s. To my precious children, Madalina, Ashur, Isabelle, and Grace, No mother could love her children more than I love you. Each of you is truly a gift from God that I cherish more than anything else in this world. And to Amy Sarah, my Beloved Princess. I only held you once, but you live on forever in my heart. Even you have a story.” Kayne paused and bussed her temple before continuing. “The second dedication is from Darcy’s kids. I may call you Mom, Grandma, Aunt, or some other name, the title doesn’t matter to my heart. It only knows that it loves you. Happy Mother’s Day.

I have a girlfriend, Kayn. Her name is Chloe. She just doesn’t know it yet,” He smiled; he couldn’t help himself, he knew it irritated her to no end. (The Children of Ankh series)

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”                                                    ~ Washington Irving

With their unspoken words of love still echoing in her ears and aching in her heart, Kayn knew she had to be brave. He was gone. This was where their roads separated, right at the beginning.

Kayne Malkin was a riddle, an intoxicating game of the highest stakes. The losses were devastating, the rewards core-shattering. The rules were unknown, ever-changing, and always favored the house. And yet, you played. All you wanted was to keep playing, forever and ever, on the merry-go-round.

I designed this and had it made especially for you. The trefoil is the symbol of immortality: a beginning without an end, like our life together. The hearts represent my love for you. Forever love. Unending like the knot they form. I chose opals instead of diamonds, because opals are warm living stones, each color a birth stone, yours being the center of this ring just like you are the center of our family. “I know the inscription isn’t original, but the meaning behind the words is. I wrote those words for the wife I dreamed of. And here you are. With My Last Breath.

She lay there wondering if someday, someone would explain what she'd done to deserve more than her fair share of bad things in life.

The talked about their messed-up, dysfunctional families, carefully respecting boundaries, never probing too deep in any one sitting. And they always ended up laughing. Even when the subject matter was intense or macabre, Henry’s sick and twisted and often politically incorrect sense of humor was infectious…Gloria laughed more in these first weeks at Oxford then she remembered laughing almost anywhere.

Cam offered her a relationship that gave her strength, confidence, and stability, and brought an order to her life on what she could expect. That was something she'd never had before and craved.

But the most important part of her ritual was cleaning the toilet. In order to prevent the spread of bacteria and viruses, it had to be done with absolute thoroughness and precision. Cleaning the toilet was a test of her competence and loyalty to Oliver, her god, and the precept of staying in control.

Kevin was sitting on the railing waiting patiently and looking up at the sky with his mouth agape in a totally comical way. Kayn walked up beside him and teased, “Trying to catch flies?” (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

That power is yours. I want you to find a way to hold on to the strength that's inside of you, to accept what I'm giving you. Don't you think every abused child, every spouse whose lost their loved one at the hands of someone else wishes they could kill the person that ruined their whole life? You had no one, and you fucking survived on your own. You're not alone anymore.

Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You’re going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot of blood…none of this was real. Children of Ankh

willing to sit back

Do I seem like a fool to you?" "Peep!" "Is that a yes?

Your pussy taste like night." "It's enchanted.

you hold everything, I am in your hands.

I'll catch my death" "If you don't get out of my sight, you won't have to catch death. I'll bring it to you

Lemme tell you a Titan truth. An hour ago, you were a virgin," he declared. "Yes, of course," I confirmed. In his possessive dream world. I loved being a part of that world.

Jodie

Her mom was right when she said all men are just little boys who found enjoyment and fascination with life; they just hid it from everyone except the one person who owned their heart.

She awoke knowing what she had been dreaming about. She was a deer in the headlights to his grinning face. In those first moments before she was fully awakened she hadn’t had time to hide her true feelings. He’d read them loud and clear. This was the moment that would start the seductive tango. There was one giant problem. Kayn could not dance her way out of a paper bag.

The dark mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her, leaning in so close that she could smell his putrid breath, moist over her face. Every hair on her body was standing on end. The electrical power between Kayn and the man in the dark was like a charge. He ran a finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never to be born; this situation had to be corrected.

You're okay," he whispered, caressing the soft curls springing out across the pillow. "Someday, you're going to wrap around me and ask me to protect you, instead of thinking that damn blanket is going to save you." A shudder ran through her body and quickly calmed. He inhaled swiftly and closed his eyes. She'd settled with his touch. Taking her was the right thing to do for both of them.

Kayn began to speak as if she were reading his obituary. “I can see the paper now; it would read something like this; Kevin Smith was a wonderful boy so smart and good looking but a little clumsy. Had he simply tied up his shoes he would have never tripped down the stairs and found himself impaled on a janitor’s broom. Remember kids; tie your shoes; safety first.” (The Children of Ankh series)

The humming of Kayn’s blood that coursed through her veins seemed to sing along to the steady, almost tribal, beat of her feet as they pounded rhythmically into the dirt. A veil of earth flowed behind her; she resembled a flaxen haired angel attempting to outrun a cloud. The cloud of dust seemed to follow her for a moment or two longer than it should, with not one whisper of wind in the afternoon air. (The Children of Ankh series)

He shook his head, wondering what a woman raised with kindness, a tree fort, and love still had to wish for. Chores never ended, motorcycles broke down, and freedom hovered on the edge, waiting for someone to rip it away.

In some ways, she envied prisoner #18794 and his ability not to carry guilt around with him and to act on his instincts. Guilt weighed her down on a daily basis. Fear immobilized her and she constantly struggled to find the strength to continue living a life on her own.

Ink slipped his fingers under his vest and rubbed his chest. She licked her lips, almost tasting the slightly salty skin under his shirt. It seemed like forever since she'd put her mouth on him. His body was a puzzle, all covered with tattoos waiting for her to put the pieces together.

She had always enjoyed the warm, calming feeling of the sand. It slipped as a silken scarf of liquid sunshine across the surface of her skin. Kayn took one hand and ran it over the surface of the sand, and it shifted as though it had been moved by a light breeze without her hand making contact. Her life now had no room for feet being firmly planted on the ground. She had to allow her mind to take off in flight and accept the impossible. She had to embrace life as a toddler. In a child's world, every breath of life is a mystery; everything had the possibility of being magic.

There was nothing gentle about what they were doing. She was frantic to keep him. He was desperately trying to make her understand that he was the only one for her. She wanted him to prove that this was real and to take all her doubts away. Emotionally raw and on the edge of insanity, she calmed to the point of believing his promise that someday, there would be no rule keeping them apart.

Unable to stop herself, she moved aside his shirt and kissed his collarbone. Her tongue ran over the smooth, warm surface, and she sucked, bringing the taste of him in her mouth. A possessive need to mark him drove her to doing the one thing that showed everyone he had a woman. He might go to one of the Silver Girls or spend the night with one of the women in town, but they would know some other girl was with him first, and that someone else was in his arms and had her mouth on his body.

commscreen. “All we can confirm at this point,” the voice from the video continued, “is that her AI2 was removed sometime within the last few days, allowing her to pull magic from the environment, a crime that has been punishable by death for close to a decade now. The woman, whose name we

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Hey, it’s Shay in dispatch. I need Kayne.” “Sorry, he’s taken,” Jess mumbled. Shay laughed. “You can keep him. I only need to borrow him for a call out.

Go already,” Jess mumbled, but she snuggled deeper, sending pins and needles snaking up his arm. He searched out her face in the darkness. “Are you sure, baby?” “As long as you promise to hurry home, Pookie Bear, I'll miss you.” Jess batted her eyes at him adoringly. “I'll check 10-8 in a few,” Kayne sighed, knowing he was going to have to figure out how to extricate himself from the sardine can of the bed. He did not want to leave them. “Okay, Pookie Bear.” Shay chuckled before she hung up. Kayne pinched Jess’s ass, satisfied when she yelped in surprise. “You're in so much trouble for that,” he growled. “I guess you're really not much of a Pookie Bear, you're more of a Pookums? Or maybe a Snooky Poo?” Jess giggled when he cringed. “Sugar Kayne, Candy Kayne?” “You're enjoying the fact that I'm a captive audience, aren't you?” Jess nodded—the little witch.

Reality is so, so much better than dream. You are so much better than any dream I’ve ever had.

Can you guys behave yourselves while I walk over to the kids clothing section?” Why she was even bothering to ask was beyond her. She'd been fighting hard not to laugh at Kayne for the last five minutes. He was sitting on a toddler size tricycle and pushing it around with his feet—something Jarred would never have been caught doing, especially in public—looking like the Grape Ape.

Wait...no, I made a promise to the kids.” He edged back, crossing his arms over his chest, his face drawn up in a scowl. “Maybe Joe or Del or somebody would like them.” “They are once in a lifetime tickets, Kayne.” Was he seriously going to pass on playoff tickets? She could hardly believe it. Jarred would have been on the phone and halfway out the door. “Pass.” She took pity on him. “Kayne, there's five of them. I was just teasing. I confirmed Gracie can sit on my lap.

She held the letter up so he could see the drawing of the tree. “We need to talk.” She expected surprise, at the very least, but Dad’s expression didn’t change. He looked across the room at the person sitting on the couch, partially concealed in shadows. The person Ridley hadn’t noticed until this moment. “Yes,” Dad said. “I think we do.

The meaning of a writer is embracing the skill of taking a reader on a journey and having them leave with an experience.

I won’t let anything hurt you, Parker,” he whispered as Kayn moved in the kitchen behind him, putting things away and grabbing things out of the dishwasher. “I waited years for you to come back, and I’ll make damned sure nothing steals you away again.

Oleg Antonov, head of the Antonov Bratva, is a hunter. And I’m his prey.

What happened?" "I f***ed Titan." "Ah." "Actually, it was more like 'Yes, please, may I have another?

I like heels only to feel them jabbing my ass while I f*** you. Other then that, I like bare feet. I like you barefoot." "Barefoot and working. That's...that's different." "Mm-hm. That's right. I want my mate barefoot and pregnant and running around my quarters. All day long inside my quarters so that I can come and f*** her whenever I want. All day if I want.

You don't have to say yes to show love.

Nothing in Life is Promised Except Death

here was a Baptist church near their house, and at age twelve or thirteen, Kayne began to walk to it and attend services on a regular basis. She told me that one Sunday during the altar call, "I was just so drawn. I want to do this. For some reason, I started crying, and a lady came back to where I was sitting-I didn't come down; she saw me where I was sitting and came back-and started talking to me. She said, `You want to go down?' and I said, `Yes.' So she walked with me.

Now, if I fuck this model. And she just bleached her asshole. And I get bleach on my T-shirt. I'ma feel like an asshole

she could pull of a half-decent hairdo

I could have done without Khandi Kayne. “We know things,” Khandi said now, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “The women in my family, I mean. We can just sense them.” I drew a little witch’s hat with an arrow poking through the crown. “You mean supernatural things?” She nodded. “Personally I wasn’t one but surprised to walk into that theater and see Jo O’Connor’s ghost. I knew as soon as I put my hand on the door handle that something funny was going on. I got all sort of lightheaded.” Probably the blood trying to find its way through the labyrinth of your brain.

The monster hadn't come for her during the night as she'd imagined a monster would when she was very small. Those were the childhood rules...You only ever had to be afraid of monsters in the dark. Now that Kayn was grown up, she understood that anyone could be a monster on the inside.

Stay healthy—you can always kill yourself later. Abi gezunt—dos leben kayn men zikh alayn nemen. If I’m alive, I’ll see you Monday; if not, Tuesday. Oyb ikh leb’n, ikh oyt zayn du Montik; oyb nayt, Dinstik.

You're my favourite place to go when my mind searches for peace and my heart craves its home.

Kayne?” “Mmmm hmmm, Ellie?” He leans a little closer. “Are you going to Mark’s party tonight?” I ask, a little lightheaded from his scent and his proximity. A smile plays on his lips. “I was invited.” “And are you going?” “Will you be there?” he counters. “It depends.” “On what?” “If I’ll be spending the evening alone or not.” I stare straight up at him, trying not to waver. “Are you asking me out, Ellie?” Am I? “Maybe.” I bite my lip. “Then maybe I’ll be there.” Did he just accept? With that, Kayne picks up his phone from the table and drops it into his pocket. I just watch him like a dumbstruck fool. “Until tonight,” he says, then steps away from me and starts for the door. “Oh, and Ellie.” He stops short right next to me so we are shoulder to shoulder. “The next time you want to get my attention. Bend over. Your tits are nice, but I’m more of an ass man.” He then leaves. With me nailed to the floor.