Kyle Crane Quotes

He pulled my face up with his hand cupping my cheek and kissed me on my trembling mouth. He smoothed his hands down my arms, my back, my hair, my cheek, soothing me. “There’s a picture of you two in the dictionary under ‘get a room’,” Kyle said from behind me.

You do realize that you completely ''threw Kyle under the bus,'' I told him. ''Like threw him under and then put it in reverse

Alright, well, we're going to go tell Maggie's father." Kyle came forward to inspect Caleb's face closely. "Dude, what are you doing?" "Just memorising your pretty face before it gets all mangled." Caleb laughed and shoved Kyle who laughed too. "Shut up, man.

Kyle, open up. What kind of weirdo locks his bedroom door anyway?" "The kind that has jerks staying over who steal girlfriends." I pressed my fingers into my eyes and took a deep breath as the pain in back and legs got a little worse. "She wasn't your girlfriend." "Irrelevant!" he yelled.

Caleb and Kyle couldn’t keep their eyes off me, like I was the queen of frigging England sitting at their table or something.

We're going on the roof?" I asked. "Yep," Caleb answered, "and while we're on the roof, with great cell service-" "The only cell service!" Kyle yelled.

So, you used to come up here, too, and escape all the girl drama?" I said and chuckled when his cheeks turned a little red. "Nah," he refuted. "It was always these two the girls wanted. The Jacobsons are hot commodities around here." "Bull crap! You had them eating up those stupid 'I'm a cowboy' stories and you know it," Kyle yelled. "The one about you saving your sister from the bull was classic. Classic!" "Eat me," Rodney said, embarrassed.

What are you doing here, Bish?" I asked as Caleb asked Kyle the same question but with much more edge to his tone. "I'm your chaperone," Kyle said grinning in clear enjoyment of the situation and Caleb's reaction. "And I'm his," Bish muttered and glared at us. "They couldn't spare anyone else so I volunteered to come. Kyle insisted on coming too. So here we are. What are you doing?" "We were just about to go to the beach," I answered. "Great. I'll go put on my suit," Kyle said chipperly and flung his duffel bag on the club chair before running upstairs.

So, let me get this straight,” said Julio, as the wulvers herded us along a moonlit path leading farther into the hills. “You are a centaur—” “Part-time,” I clarified. “—and you have a werewolf sister.” “Wulver. And yes. We took different paths in life.

Julio started applauding, until he realized that nobody else was. He blushed slightly and dropped his hands.

Todd, I hesitate to bring this up, but you’re not wearing any pants right now.” “Don’t go there.

I am sure they could use a dragon right now." "That means nothing!" Julio scoffed. "Everyone could always use a dragon! Dragons are never not useful!

potential slave. Swear fealty to me through much scratching of the ears, and I shall reward you. I shall slay legions of vermin in your name and deliver the corpses to your doorstep.

As she danced along the bar, Kyle craned her neck and caught glimpses of her sister, who sat almost nose to nose with Mr. Blake Perfection. She tried to shake off the familiar look on his face as he traced Livia’s jaw with his finger. Cole.

I would look into it further, if only I were not dying. Very inconvenient thing, death.

He unfolded his lanky frame and stood up on his bed, pulling the basement window open, followed by the screen. Two long legs in faded jeans were crouched down beside the faded flowerbed, knees pressed into the damp dirt. He shivered as the chill autumn air filled the bedroom. With the window open, the sound of late-night insects chirping in the distance joined the noises of the house. “Tess?” he asked, craning his neck to peer upward. “Everything alright?” She was backlit by the streetlight, her hair a halo of gold-framed blue. She gave an angry shake of her head. “Can I come in, Kyle?