I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

I wanted to dissolve into the floor, mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to be. No complicated promises, no worries and no feelings.

There is a reason for everything. You might not be able to figure it out, and time might have made us all forget it, but the reason is there all the same.

But it seems there is more than one way to poison a person's heart, and it doesn't require a meal.

When the effort fails, is it worth the cost?

In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?” I stood and removed his shirt. “Then they’ll have a good story to tell.” “Good?” He adopted the pretense of being offended. “Prove me wrong.

His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.