“So…if you happened to be in Belle’s position, could you love a…beast?”
“No,” I said, immediately. He looked away, disappointed for some reason.
“Good, that’s…very wise,” he said, fixing his eyes on the windshield.
“I would love his heart,” I confessed.”
― Tatiana Vila, The Ylem

“He stopped, resting his forehead on mine. “Kalista…” He sighed, cupping one side of my face. We remained like that, close to each other, waiting for our bated breaths to steady for countless minutes. Our lips warm and puffy from our kiss.
He looked at me. “Your lips taste better than I imagined, like cherry,” he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
He’d imagined our kiss. “That’s because of my cherry chapstick,” I smiled.
He pulled me closer, looking down at my lips. “I doubt it,” he whispered in a low voice.”
― Tatiana Vila

“I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

“She raised her eyebrows, looping her hands around his neck and wriggling provocatively. 'Looks like I've just been promoted to Alpha then, huh?'

Lucien made a face. 'Well the job is yours if you want it, but I should warn you that the contract is bull crap. I've received none of the perks that were promised.'

'Perks?'

'Oh, you know... a lifetime supply of beer and foot massages, a harem of women to bathe and clothe me etcetera...'

She snorted and pulled back from him. 'Harem of women?'

He grinned unrepentantly. 'Did I mention my sense of humour is greatly underappreciated?”
― Samantha Young, Blood Solstice

“Chloe scoffed. "Excuse me, but if this place reeks of body odor, it’s not because of me. I am not the one with the shirt soaked in sweat here." She glanced at me.
My cheeks burned. It was one of those moments where you wished the earth could rip open and swallow you whole.
"Oh, that’s why I can see your bra," Vincent pointed out, looking at my chest. "Nice boobs by the way."
I looked down and almost had a heart attack. In the haste, I’d put a white top over a black bra.”
― Tatiana Vila

“He stopped, resting his forehead on mine. “Kalista…” He sighed, cupping one side of my face. We remained like that, close to each other, waiting for our bated breaths to steady for countless minutes. Our lips warm and puffy from our kiss.
He looked at me. “Your lips taste better than I imagined, like cherry,” he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
He’d imagined our kiss. “That’s because of my cherry chapstick,” I smiled.
He pulled me closer, looking down at my lips. “I doubt it,” he whispered in a low voice.”
― Tatiana Vila