Ru Okay Quotes

If a hair on her head has been harmed, I will come back here again. Not quietly, no. This time, I will come to your house, and I will kill you, and I will take my sweet time doing it.” “Don’t threaten me.” “I’m warning you. Post as many guards as you want,” Tristan said, in that soft, lethal way he had. “And pray she is okay.

I don’t know how, rainbow,” he murmured softly, “and I don’t know what secrets of mine you have, but I want them all. You’ve sealed your fate now. Welcome to my hell.” Dramatic, but okay.

A low noise rumbled in his chest. His body twitched. “Shh,” Morana whispered, pressing soft kisses on his chest, stroking his arm over and over again. “It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s okay.

She knew their journey forward wasn’t going to be easy. He was never going to be completely emotionally okay. The trauma he had gone through, most of which she didn’t even know about, would manifest itself in different ways through their lives. But she also knew he loved her.

Okay…" There goes nothing. "My grandmother, bless her soul, was batshit crazy. She had these old family relics and heirlooms that have been in our family for multiple generations, and she left it all to me, on the condition that I’m married by my twenty-ninth birthday, which is in two weeks.

She was Gabriel's daughter." Morana swallowed, her eyes visibly misting, coming to lock on Zephyr's. "She was the real me. And I always wondered what happened to her, you know? If she was okay. And even though she'd gone, I just want you to know I'm really glad she had a good life, that she had you. She was loved, and she knew that.

T...they drugg...gged me.” “And they will pay.” The promise of retribution in those words, knowing he would follow through, calmed her down just a bit. He was there. She would be okay.

Sex workers are constantly in danger, from their pimps, their clients, anyone walking on the street." He paused, as though contemplating whether to tell her more, and then continued, "My mother was a sex worker, and I was the result of her rape. She also got beat up once, and I decided I wasn’t okay with any of that. I had a reputation on the streets. Gave my name to anyone who wanted the protection.

He loved her, and he would probably never be able to tell her so. And she was surprisingly okay with that. She’d rather he look at her the way he did for the rest of their lives. She’d rather he cook for her the way he did every morning. She’d rather he hold her neck like he did when she was old and gray. He had given her a home, somewhere she belonged, just as she was. Be it his penthouse or the cottage or this hotel room, he was her anchor. She was never going to be alone again.

It’s… it’s so cold, Zee.” Her sister’s teeth chattered, her body shivering violently. Zephyr gathered her tighter into her arms. “I’m here, baby.” She hiccupped, tears endlessly pouring down her face and dropping on her sister’s slackening body. “You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. Help is on the way.” Zen gave a quivering smile, her eyes going slightly hazy. “Liar. I love you, Zee. You’re… the best… sister… I could’ve… hoped… for.

Had he ever let go in his life? Had he ever simply been told it was okay to not be okay? Ever felt the gentle touch of a loved one in all these years?

We'll be okay, won't we, handsome?" she whispered softly, almost fearful to hope for better. His arms tightened around her, a kiss on her head. "The gray won't be forever, rainbow.

We'll be okay, won't we, handsome?" she whispered softly, almost fearful to hope for better. His arms tightened around her, a kiss on her head. "The gray won't be forever, rainbow.

I’m sweaty. I’m tired. And I stink in places I really shouldn’t be stinking.” I whine and shoot a glare to Dean, who’s sitting in the passenger seat looking sheepish. “What?” he exclaims with his hands raised. “I didn’t know we’d have fucking car trouble. Your car isn’t even a year old.” “I know!” I snap, hitting my hand on the wheel and growling in frustration. “Stupid old lady car!” I exclaim and push my head closer to the window for a breeze. “The frickin’ air conditioning isn’t even working anymore. Me and this car are officially in a fight.” “I think we all just need to remain calm,” Lynsey chirps from the back seat, leaning forward so her head comes between Dean’s and mine. “Because, as horrible as this trip was, after everything that’s happened between the three of us the past couple of years, I think this was really healing.” I close my eyes and shake my head, ruing the moment I agreed that a road trip to the Rocky Mountains to pick up this four-thousand-dollar carburetor from some hick who apparently didn’t know how to ‘mail things so they don’t get lost.’” Honestly! How are people who don’t use the mail a thing? Though, admittedly, when we got to the man’s mountain home, I realized that he was probably more familiar with the Pony Express. And I couldn’t be sure his wife wasn’t his cousin. But that’s me being judgmental. Still, though, it’s no wonder he wouldn’t let me PayPal him the money. I had to get an actual cashier’s check from a real bank. Then on our way back down the mountain, I got a flat tire. Dean, Lynsey, and I set about changing it together, thinking three heads could figure out how to put a spare tire on better than one. One minute, I’m snapping at Dean to hand me the tire iron, and the next minute, he’s asking me if I’m being a bitch because he told me he had feelings for me. Then Lynsey chimes in, hurt and dismayed that neither of us told her about our conversation at the bakery, and it was a mess. On top of all of that, my car wouldn’t start back up! It was a disaster. The three of us fighting with each other on the side of the road looked like a bad episode of Sister Wives: Colorado Edition. I should probably make more friends. “God, I hope this thing is legit,” Dean states, turning the carburetor over in his hands. “Put it down. You’re making me nervous,” I snap, eyeing him cautiously. We’re only five miles from Tire Depot, and they close in ten, so my nerves are freaking fried. “I just want to drop this thing off and forget this whole trip ever happened.” “No!” Lynsey exclaims. “Stick to the plan. This is your grand gesture! Your get out of jail free card.” “I don’t want a get out of jail free card,” I cry back. “The longer we spent on that hot highway trying to figure out what was wrong with my car, the more ridiculous this plan became in my head. I don’t want to buy Miles’s affection back. I want him to want me for me. Flaws and all.” “So what are you going to do?” Dean asks, and I feel his concerned eyes on mine. “I’m going to drop this expensive hunk of metal at the counter and leave. I’m not giving it to him naked or holding the thing above my head like John Cusack in Say Anything. I’ll drop it off at the front counter, and then we’ll go. End of story.” Lynsey’s voice pipes up from behind. “That sounds like the worst ending to a book I’ve ever heard.” “This isn’t a book!” I shriek. “This is my life, and it’s no wonder this plan has turned into such a mess. It has desperation stamped all over it. I just want to go home, eat some pizza, and cry a little, okay?” The car is dead silent as we enter Boulder until Dean’s voice pipes up. “Hey Kate, I know you’re a little emongry right now, but I really don’t think you should drive on this spare tire anymore. They’re only manufactured to drive for so many miles, you know.” I turn and glower over at him. He shrinks down into his seat a little bit.

But that was the thing about grief. It wasn't really in her control. As someone who'd always had a predisposition to depression, she couldn't decide how to control the grief. Some days, she woke up feeling like it was a better day, that she would be okay, that things were looking up. She would build sandcastles of hope and optimism, and out of nowhere, like an unpredicted wave, the grief would come and crumble it back to nothing but sand, leaving her to rebuild it all over again.

So what? Now that I love you, it's okay for me to know? Was that your plan? To make my stupid heart fall for you every damn day until I had no choice but to be with you? So that even if I left, I'd be with you? Was that it?

You … you’re okay to wait, right?” Caz had pressed a soft kiss to her upturned lips, easing the line between her brows. “I’d wait forever if you wanted me to.

You … you’re okay to wait, right?” Caz had pressed a soft kiss to her upturned lips, easing the line between her brows. “I’d wait forever if you wanted me to.” And he’d meant it. For her, he would wait eternity.