Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

The only difference is that Rose shows you her dagger, and he keeps his behind his back.

We, Cobalts, are notorious secret-keepers and loyal to the very death,

The media talks about how we, Cobalts, are intelligent and witty. Poised and confident. But very few mention how deeply we feel. How Eliot can summon tears out of cold-hearted eyes. How Beckett can make your awed gasp feel like the last breath you’ll take. How Ben can harness your empathy so you do the right thing. How Tom can wake the dead things buried inside you. How Audrey can bottle love and romance like it’s life’s greatest necessity. And Charlie—everyone thinks he has no soul but his is just the darkest, deepest of them all.

all five Cobalt brothers strewn across a U-shaped booth like they’re Apollo, Zeus—godly figures—posing for an oil painting to be immortalized.

“Women are better than men. Better fighters, better lovers—and the fact that you come from where I do and can say and believe shit that demeans women makes me sick.”

I’m Thatcher Moretti, bitch.

Seeing Banks pretending to be Thatcher cracks me up

“Mr. Moretti, will you spend the rest of your life with me?” His mouth breaks apart. He looks stunned. “I’m asking you to marry me,” I clarify. He smiles. Ladies and gentlemen, a full-blown smile that overtakes his face.