Vanessa

“How did you know?" She asked.

"About cookies?" I frowned, thankful for the subject change.

She nodded. I could lie. But it was Christmas and my sister did say to be nice.

So, even though, I knew I'd regret it later, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Day one, the first day you were here, you snuck cookies into your room. Day two, you did the same thing." I hesitated. "Whose stash do you think you keep stealing, hmmm little thief?"

- Dante and Ella, A Very Mafia Christmas”
― Rachel Van Dyken

“I’d always been told that if you feed something it grows.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Entice

“Where the hell were the sales ladies? The ones every store had to help relieve customers of guys with panic stricken eyes and the sudden need to drink away the pain of the credit card swipe.

Ah! Nice. A female employee turned towards us and started walking. Thank god someone finally recognized the look of horror. She paused in front of us.

"Do you need help?"

"Yes!" I damn near shouted in the poor thing's face.

She was only around five foot and that was with the tallest red heels I'd ever seen. Her face was clean of makeup except for bright red lipstick. She looked like she knew what she was doing. So I did what any sane man would do. I pushed Amy towards her and said, "Can you dress her?"

The ladies eyes narrowed.

"That came out wrong." I grumbled. "Can you help her find some clothes? She needs a whole new wardrobe. Shoes, under things."

I coughed into my hand and looked away. Bar. Bar. Where was a freaking bar?”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Bang Bang

“Trace," I licked my lips and sighed, "To me. You're everything. I'd protect you until my dying day because I can't imagine living in a world where your smile didn't exist.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Evoke