Violeta

“Rhage raised his hand " Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes my son, you are going to hell”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“Wait, wait, wait.” V waved his hand-rolled around. “I’m the son of a deity and she picked you?”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“… a son?”
“Yes. A son.”
All of a sudden, he felt the biggest, widest, happiest grin hit his face, the goddamn thing stretching his cheeks until they hurt, making his eyes water from the strain, pulling at his temples until they burned. And the joy wasn’t just on his puss. A flush so great it burned him alive flooded through his body, cleansing him in places he didn’t know were dirty, washing out cobwebs that had crept into his corners, making him feel alive in a way he hadn’t been in a very, very long time.”
― Ward J. R.

“I'm doing this for Toby and Marlee, not you." The defiant words were directed at Hawke.

The alpha gave her a mock-salute. "Heaven forbid you do anything because I asked you to.”
― Nalini Singh, Slave to Sensation