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Who here wants to be a writer?' I asked. Everyone in the room raised his hand. 'Why the hell aren't you home writing?' I said, and left the stage.

He’s standoffish, all moody and dark, but more importantly, he’s the friggin’ starting QB for the tide!” “Official statistics – six foot three, two-hundred and thirty-five pounds of solid muscle!” Cass added excitedly. “He’s a what? For who?

After all, the only thing that is going to save mankind is if enough people live their lives for something or someone other than themselves.

Too many writers start with a good idea and carry it through the first chapters, then fall apart because they had no idea where the top of the mountain was in the first place.

Put your hands on the headboard.” “Why?” “Because, Princess, you need leverage for when you ride my face.

And one day a great thing happened. Dov Landau smiled again.

So what about you? What are you doing tonight?” “Same thing. Going out with my QB.” “Finn Mannus?” I give a little sigh. “He’s dreamy.” Okay, I’m still a little irked by Dex’s archaic “man code” thing with Gray, and payback is a bitch. Predictably, Dex makes a noise of disdain. “Thought you didn’t follow football.” “There’s a difference between following the sport and following a hot player,” I tease. “Never thought I’d be the jealous type,” he drawls. “But I guess I am because I have the sudden urge to punch the little shit in the face right about now.

Red Mass

You, my straight little QB, went roaring into subspace on your virgin run.

Wladislaw Dering,

Mirror, Standard, Telegraph, Birmingham Post, Sketch, all careful to report accurately the events without editorial comment. Unlike some countries, the British press must be exceedingly careful not to try a man in the newspapers and magazines before he comes to court. In such cases when a newspaper becomes an accuser or prejudger, turning public sentiment, the paper can be named as a defendant to the action. It keeps journalism honest.

In God's scheme what is a few billion years here and there. Perhaps there have come and gone a dozen human civilizations in the past billion years that we know nothing about. And after this civilization we are living in destroys itself, it will all start up again in a million years when the planet has all its messes cleaned up. Then, finally, one of these civilizations, say five billion years from now, will last because people treat each other the way they ought to.

These tits- I want to slide my cock between them and thrust over and over until your silky skin jerks me off and I come all over them. I’ll come so hard and so much that some gets on your face, coating your pouty lips and I’ll watch you lick it off. Lick my cum off your tits because every drop of it belongs in your body somehow. Your mouth, your pussy, your asshole. I want to drain my cock in every one of your holes.

I don’t want to hear anything out of you unless it’s ‘more’ or ‘I’m coming.’ Got it?

I don’t need to fix you, baby; you’re perfect.

Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to kiss?” You’re fucking pretty enough to eat.

I was craving the intimate feeling of his strong body wrapped around me after not having it for so long. Nothing felt like the safety and security of being in his arms.

life is hard and dark and sometimes it fucking sucks.

sometimes living is harder than dying.

Make no mistake, I’m going to explore every inch of you, but right now I want to watch you peel those clothes off. I want to watch you peel your panties away from your wet cunt.

That’s fucking right. That’s why you saved it for me, right? You saved this pussy for me because you knew no one could please you like I can.

He pushes me into the mattress and a hand snakes up my body and wraps around my throat. “I like to fuck hard.

I want her, and I can’t have her. So, by that logic, no one fucking can.

Because I want this to last…” He pushes and a groan floods my ears. “Forever,” he whispers

I'll tell you all day, every day, just how much you mean to me. Because I'm an idiot and it took me way too long to say it in the first place.

You're a little quiet, but you're, like, one of those quiet chicks that has big balls. I respect that.

There's nothing wrong with being in love, Dallas. There's no weakness in making space for it in your life.

I loved you so much and so hard, I don’t know how I expected that love to just go away

What I feel for you is deeper than love, Whitney.” Oh. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Devotion. Obsession.” He sighs. “Telling you I love you doesn’t seem to feel enough.

It would always hurt. Loss was a wound that never totally healed. It left a scar. And time didn't mend the damage; it just changed the pain. It became different. But honoring a loved one's memory was remedial.

If you had ordered British troops to drive children and old people into gas chambers, none of whom had done anything wrong except they were the children of their parents, can you imagine British troops doing anything but mutiny against such orders? "Well, as a matter of fact there were some Germans, soldiers, officers, priests, doctors, and ordinary civilians who refused to obey these orders and said, 'I am not going to do this because I would not like to live and have this on my conscience. I'm not going to push them into gas chambers and then say later I was under orders and justify it by saying they were going to be pushed in by someone anyhow, and I can't stop it and other people will push them more cruelly. Therefore, it's in their best interest that I shove them in gently.' "You see, the trouble was, not enough of these people refused.

And what is happiness, Nathan? In my experience, it’s only a moment’s pause here and there on what is otherwise a long and difficult road. No one can be happy all the time. Better, I think, to wish for her wisdom, a virtue not so fickle.” “Nf-six,” my father said hesitantly. “Qb-three,

We’ll circle back to my dick in your ass later. Do you think your blow jobs warrant you an A, Miss Mitchell?” “I know they do,” I quip. “So, you’d be willing to bet your entire grade on an oral exam, then?” His face leans down and it’s so close I can almost taste it. “Absolutely.” “Prove it.

For an instant he was able to cross the line and understand this strange loyalty of Jew to Jew. Those Jews who lived free in England were only there due to some quirk of fate instead of Aushwitz and every Jew knew that genocide could have happened to his own family except for that quirk of fate. Yet, as time stood suspended, Gilray was all gentiles who never quite understood Jews. He could befriend them, work with them, but never totally understand them. He was all white men who could never quite understand black men and all black men who could never quite understand whites. He was all normal men who could tolerate or even defend homosexuals...but never fully understand them. There is in us all that line that prevents us from fully understanding those who are different.

The Empire was a haven that saved the mediocre from obscurity. Lionel Clifton-Meek was a prime example of the shoe clerk, the railroad ticket seller, the humbled assistant tailor who had wiggled his way into a niche in His Majesty’s far-flung interests. It was a small hole to crawl into indeed, but once staked out it was his and his alone. Clifton-Meek carefully guarded against either taking on responsibility, or making decisions, or outside intrusions. He clothed himself in a blanket of paper work to expand a belief in his own importance. In this safe place he could wait it out and end up with a nice pension for loyal service to the crown.

I’m crossing all the fucking lines right now but you’re just so perfect. You’re so untouched and pure and fuck.

Do you honestly think any of them can make you feel the way I can?

I am going to fuck you so many times tonight that you’ll lose track of how many orgasms I give you. But right now, I need you to fucking come.

Don’t make me tell you again,” he says sternly. “Stop holding back on me. I need you to come like I need fucking air, Charlotte. Give it to me.

I look down again and find his eyes closed and that his hips are grinding into the mattress.

There’s been an us. For longer than both of us probably realized. You and I, we were unexpected, Stassia. A surprise that I never saw coming. But fuck, am I glad you happened.

What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” Baby? That’s…new. “Will you just…come get me?” “I’m on my way.

Twenty minutes later, Dominic and I are in his bedroom, sitting on his bed passing a joint back and forth.

I never imagined this for my life. You…and…me…but now I can’t imagine my life without you. Without us.

Do not use that tone with her. I let you do that bullshit choking move but you and I both know I let that happen. Do not push me.

You’re so fucking beautiful. You look so good taking my dick, baby. Fuck. Your pussy is soaking me. I’m going to fuck you until you come all over daddy’s cock. Fuckkkk,” I groan.

One glass of wine is a party? Remind me to never ask you to plan one for me.” “I planned your eighteenth and your graduation party so you can fuck off.

Make no mistake, Gab.” I reach up and grip her face before bringing her down so that her lips are hovering mere inches above mine. “You have always been mine.

Am I there?” “Where?” “I’m trying to fuck my way to your heart.” “You’re already there,” I tell him. “You’ve always been there.

In another life…” he leans down, “I’d make you so happy, and it just kills me sometimes that it can’t be this life.

No one knows me better than you. Besides, I would rather spend my birthday with you than just about anyone.

Fuck. That feels good.” “Does…it?” He chokes out, and I nod. “I’m going to come.” He clears his throat, and when I meet his eyes, they’re filled with lust. “Tell me when.

I won’t mark you here.” His voice is low in his throat and it makes my whole body tingle. “Maybe somewhere less visible.

Like…between my legs?” I can feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment or maybe arousal? “Shit, like exactly there.

Slip your fingers under your leggings. Don’t take them off and don’t show me your pussy. But just finger yourself for me…and I’ll taste you from your fingers.

If I lift your dress up, will your panties be soaked?” “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpers, assumedly as an answer to all of my questions. “Touch me and see for yourself.

I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, and my God, was it sweet, but I fear taking another bite, another lick, another suck would be nothing but poisonous.

It scares me…” I swallow as I prepare to expose my thoughts to her. “That I don’t want to end this. That I am dreading ending this.

I love you,” I whisper into her mouth between kisses. She pulls back and looks up at me, her brown eyes watering slightly. “Finally.” She smiles. “I have you.” “Forever.

He lifts me into his arms and then up even higher, pushing me against the wall and letting my legs rest over his shoulder.

I know your heart belongs to me.” “Always,” I grunt. “I want to know your dick is mine too.” “It’s yours, Maddie.” I look down and cup her pussy. “Is this mine?” “You know it is.

Daddy,” I breathe out. “Fuck.” “Daddy, please.” “Please what, baby. Tell me what you need and Daddy will take care of it. Whatever it is.

I run my fingers over my tie, remembering her compliment and I grin at Chris. “She said she liked my tie.” “Well, by all means, just propose to her now,” he jokes.

Ladies that don’t swear, haven’t been thoroughly fucked.

You’re right, I’m not. Must be why you found a new kid to raise.

I can't fall for someone like him, Gabs. He's the kind of guy you want to climb mountains for. And he's not the kind of guy who'd meet you halfway.

Whenever she went out on an empty stomach, Gabby turned into a class A booze bunny and got drunk faster than the alcoholic aunt at an open-bar wedding.

When I heard music, I let it carry me, moving my limbs with the beat and feeling the rhythm. There was no greater feeling than dancing as the rest of the world fell away.

It would kill me to lose you too, Stassia…you’re…you’re all I have left.” “Me?” I squeak. “You have your parents and your siblings, I’m not all…” “You’re all I have left of her,” he corrects.

It makes me proud as fuck that I’m the only man that’s fucked you the way you need to be fucked. Is it because your pussy knows it still belongs to me? Tell me, baby, how bad has your pussy missed me?

If you even think about getting prude on me, I’ll put you on your stomach, tie your arms and legs to each corner of this bed and eat your ass until you fucking cry,” he growls as his tongue circles my hole.

It’s not for little girls, baby.” I pout and furrow my eyebrows in indignation. “I am not a little girl.” “No, Stassi. You certainly are not.” His voice is low and his eyes flare with a look I’ve never seen before.

Fuck, this pussy is mine. You know that. Even if we never do it again. Even if you go on and date other men or fuck other men or marry another man. This pussy will always be mine because I laid my claim first.” “Oh

He chuckles. “It’s not for little girls, baby.” I pout and furrow my eyebrows in indignation. “I am not a little girl.” “No, Stassi. You certainly are not.” His voice is low and his eyes flare with a look I’ve never seen before.

But once you allow yourself to think that there are some people, because of their race, their color, or religion, who are really not human beings you have established a justification for imposing every sort of humiliation on them.

It’s a loud, low, throaty groan that makes every single one of my hairs stand on end. The goosebumps are almost painful as they appear all over my arms and legs and I can’t escape the tingle between my legs that feels like someone has set a fire.

I think if you asked me, I would do just about anything you wanted at this point.” “So…kiss me,” she commands, tilting her chin upwards and staring into my eyes. “Press your lips to mine and kiss me like you fucking mean it. Like I’m all that matters to you.” “You are all that matters to me, Stassi.” “Prove it.

I’ve never loved anyone or anything the way I love you, baby. Ever. I’ve loved you from the second I knew you’d exist.” He cups my face and lowers me to press his lips to mine. “And I’ve never stopped loving you since. The love has changed and morphed into different kinds of love but you’ve always been here from the second you entered the world.

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You have been the best surprise of my life. The twist in the second act that I didn’t see coming. I want to spend the rest of my life discovering that magic I feel when I look in your eyes. You are the love of my life, Serena Mitchell, and I want to be married to you for the rest of it. Will you marry me?

The need to shelter her from all the bad shit in the world comes at me in full force, and suddenly, I have a moment of clarity that rocks me to my core. I am the bad shit in the world.

No…” He shakes his head and scrubs a hand over his jaw and the sounds of his fingers over his scruff pierce the silence. “You’re trouble…for me.

What, West?” “Ladies that don’t swear, haven’t been thoroughly fucked.

But now I was ready to bloom and Landon is like the sun. He was those forces of nature that I needed to blossom.

Do you not swear?” “I was taught that ladies don’t swear.” Though I slip up from time to time, especially when I’m arguing with Skyler. He chuckles and nods, but I can see he wants to say something. “What, West?” “Ladies that don’t swear, haven’t been thoroughly fucked.

No,” he growls. “I’ve never had this primal urge to mate. But I need this Charlotte, I need you off the pill so I can fuck you and breed you. I need every part of you to belong to me.

Life is much more peaceful without finding the flaws in others.

I imagined it was what my father would sound like, if I had one.

she’s as flakey as she is busy,

I don’t care. I want to taste us together. Pull your panties and pants on and hold it in there.

Because although I saw him first and told myself at the young age of ten that I was madly in love with this beautiful man, said beautiful man fell in love with someone else.

I’m here for you, however you need me, Stassi.” His voice is barely above a whisper and a part of me, a very depraved part wonders if he’s speaking quietly on purpose.

I’m addicted to you, Stassi. I can’t stay away even though I know it could destroy us. I should be protecting you from this destruction. But I just…I can’t help it.

I could have guessed that, yes.” I smile. “I’m so happy too, Dominic. Thank you for getting us here. To where we can be us and just be happy and free.” “Forever, baby.

I think you are beautiful, Stassi. So fucking beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you and know that you’re you. Someone I can’t ever fucking have.

Press your lips to mine and kiss me like you fucking mean it. Like I’m all that matters to you.” “You are all that matters to me, Stassi.” “Prove it.

The smell of lasagna wafts around me and my mouth waters, giving me feelings of nostalgia and reminding me of home. I look up from my computer and watch Aidan move around his kitchen. His arms flex and tighten as he does something so domestic. For me. And in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that make my mouth water and a t-shirt. Aidan Reed, also known as the most gorgeous man I’d ever met and the best sex of my life, is now making me dinner.

If I would have known that the last time I touched you was the last time, I never would have let go,” I whisper in her ear. “I wouldn’t have fucked you against the door. I would have laid you down and worshipped every inch of your body. I would have made love to you until our bodies couldn’t go on another second. I would have memorized you.

That’s my QB-Wan.

Stassia…you’re…you’re all I have left.” “Me?” I squeak. “You have your parents and your siblings, I’m not all…” “You’re all I have left of her,” he corrects.