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“Eles a mataram bem na minha frente...”
― G.R. Oliveira, Vendida para o Mafioso

“Aiden.” His attention falls on his son. “When I told you to stay away from Elsa, what did you do?” “That’s different —” “Answer my question,” he cuts him off. “What. Did. You. Do?” “I married her.” Levi laughs under his breath but stops when Jonathan’s deadly attention shifts to him. “And you. Did you hear a word I said about staying away from Lord Clifford’s daughter?” “Nope.” Levi takes Astrid’s hand in his and kisses her knuckles. “I made her my world.” “Fascinating.” The tone Jonathan speaks with suggests he finds this anything but ‘fascinating’. “Now, you two expect me to listen to you. Do you know what I call that? Hypocrisy.”
― Rina Kent, Reign of a King

“Watching him and the American Gods lounge under the veranda, white sheer curtains billowing around them, made the four of them seem otherworldly. Like statues I had studied in Ancient History. Perfectly symmetric features. Tall, powerful frames of strength and beauty. Untouchable. Perfect specimens that wielded too much power. Young gods untouchable, invincible, powerful. They were the Kennedys of our world. So close, but so far away that they became legends by the press and the media.”
― R. Scarlett, Filthy Gods

“I don’t recall,” he said, shaking his head lightly. I shook my head. “Of course you wouldn’t.” I went to turn, but he jumped from the bed, uncharacteristically rushed. “Now c’mon. That was what? Three years ago?” I glared back at him. “It doesn’t matter how long ago it was. It happened.” “Juliette,” he called, but I kept walking. “I need to get back before someone notices I’m not in my room,” I said and tried to shut the door, but he caught it. “Juliette,” he said, softer than before.”
― R. Scarlett, Filthy Gods