When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her.
J.R. WardEven when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above
J.R. WardButch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, "I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.
J.R. WardXhex: John, she said softty. He paused and looked over his shoulder toward the bed. I love you.โ His handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. And then he turned away. As she hit the confines of her prisonโฆ She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
J.R. WardQhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOBโs skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hostsโ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.
J.R. WardLet's take my truck," Jim said as he hit the gravel. "Less noise." And it has a radio, right?" With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater. Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened "How can you stand that racket?" Selective deafness" Teach me,master.
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