The Chosen (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15)

by J.R. Ward

Sometimes kindness and love could be just as difficult as violence to witness. Sometimes, when you were on the outside looking in, watching two in-sync people was a scene from a horror film, the kind of thing that you wanted to look away from, forget about, banish the memory of—especially when you were about to go to bed for the day and facing hours upon hours of being alone in the dark.

The knowledge that she would never have that special love with anyone was—

“Don’t feel responsible for something over which you have no control. It’s a recipe for stress that will make you insanely miserable.

millennials, that generation born between 1980 and 2000.

“time heals all wounds,” and shit, maybe that was true for other people.

Not For me

The old-school Italians turned out to be a lot like Shadows: closed off to outsiders, proud of their traditions, suspicious of people they didn’t know. But once you were in with them? Once you proved yourself and were accepted?

They were so loyal and generous it was almost like they weren’t humans at all.

proper Italians had become a subspecies apart from the other rats withou...

detest pitying eyes and long, meaningful sighs and hugs that went on too long. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the support, but the thing was…when you were deep in mourning, it was hard to be around folks who felt bad because you were feeling bad.

BMW.

John-who-wasn’t-gonna-get-none

Hahahaha

SiriusXM. Kid Ink was talkin’ “Nasty,”

too bad you couldn’t just go to a RelationshipMax lot and buy a new version of whatever you’d crashed, one that maybe had some technology upgrades and better suspension on your partner. But life didn’t work like that.

it became amply clear that Rhamp had deployed the hot bomb. And Qhuinn had to admit, as he undid the buckle and got the kid back out, that he kind of respected the effort, man to man. Yeah, no pussy loads for his son. The boy dropped that shit like he owned it. Um…literally. Yeah.

And clean-up was going to require a backhoe and a hazmat suit.

The attorney let out a cough. Or maybe that was a gagging noise. “Dearest Virgin Scribe, whatever are you feeding them?” “Enfamil formula.” “And this is legal?” “For the most part, yes. Although depending on the digestive tract it goes into, clearly there are military applications.”

there had been the infant Olympics of getting the kids ready to go out just now.