No Man Can Tame (Dark-Elves of Nightbloom #1)

by Miranda Honfleur

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the humans, it is that they can never be trusted, especially when it comes to doing what’s right.”

You know what? Im not even gonna try defending that.

Books had power, the power to defeat hopelessness with escape, ignorance with enlightenment, fear with knowledge.

If the gap between them was closing, however, someone would have to broach the subject, admit the shift in perception. And it would be him. He’d have to confess his budding attraction to her first. And he would. No hiding. No dishonesty.

Next to him, she practically glowed, darkly gleaming ringlets cascading over her shoulders, drawing his gaze down to the neckline of her silver-trimmed purple gown, plunging just past the curve of her breasts. He shouldn’t look, but— Human fashion had certainly changed in two thousand years. Drastically, gloriously changed. Just like the sheer red thing she’d worn on their wedding night. A sheer red thing that now lingered in his thoughts. With a sharp breath, he looked away. The softest of giggles came from her, quickly stifled. “Something the matter?” Quite the opposite. “Just an uncommon sight.” “Breasts?” she teased. He cleared his throat. “The dress.”

Lmao

Among a sea of stars, she was the moon. It was as though he hadn’t looked up until now.

“His Highness, Prince Veron u Zara u Avrora u Roza, Valaz u Nozva Rozkveta, Zpevan Kamena, Volodar T’my, and Her Highness, Princess Alessandra u Aldona u Noor u Elise, Valazi u Nozva Rozkveta, Valazi u Silen,”

Im not even gonna try pronouncing half of that

“Strength isn’t just in your fists. Strength is relying on your knowledge in the face of danger. It’s standing up to a challenge with courage and dignity. Not running away.”

“People might sometimes betray your trust, Veron, and you might lose them. But if you choose not to forgive, you don’t have to worry about losing them… because you’ve already pushed them away. It’s still loss, but of your own making.”

“People you love will let you down, Veron,” she said softly. “I’ve been let down and I’ve let down others more times than I can count. But no one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. If you don’t forgive, the only difference is that they’ll make their mistakes without you. Is that really what you want?”

“You might not be pushing away just the bad, but the good, too.”

“She may not be a warrior, but she’s not the typical scurrying salamander, either. I still don’t like her, though.”

Malice didn’t hide in every untruth.

but people were more than their mistakes, and not every hurtful action was about inflicting hurt.