Quotes About Relationship

Cormia blew out her match. "How did you know he was on my mind?" "You have what I call a 'male brow.' Which is a frown brought on when you're thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him 'til he can't breathe.

The love of a good woman is the savior of an aimless man.

Butch O'Neal, he thought, you have found your woman.

it was finally, after all these years… Blay.

Yeah, life was good. Especially when you powered-down your ego . . . and had the right woman in your bed for the right reasons.

Now go and stand at the precipice and stare out over the valley. You will not find your future in the view, though, however beautiful it is. It is the one beside you who is your horizon. But you already know that, don't you. - the Gray Wolf

Love 'em or hate 'em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn't mean effortless, and ever-after wasn't about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul—but all that, which was no small

Getting up from her seat, she walked over to him and— Slap. As Beth followed through with her palm, the sharp cracking sound faded in the room and her beloved mate shut up. Staring at him calmly, she said, "And now that I have your attention and you're not ranting and raving like a lunatic, I'd appreciate your telling me where I can find whatever they sent us.

Love is a matter between souls

Peyton…" Dimly, he wondered if she was going to say his name like that for the rest of their lives. Like it was a sob with syllables.

But thanks, my man." "One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

Will you two cut the shit and get a room already, Axe drawled. No offense, but rom coms make me sick. This is not a romantic comedy, Novo ground out. It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending.

This shit between them was killing them both, but they were stalled out. Unable to make things work; unable to let things go. It was a mess.

Cómo puedes soportar estar cerca de mí?" "Lo único que no puedo soportar es que te alejes.

godfather or godmother to an individual.

But what was between them went further than a mating ceremony or a back carving or a witnessed exchange of commitment. He couldn't put his finger on the why of it . . . but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and the last pages of his book. And at some level that was all he needed.

Oh… shit, Lassiter thought. He wasn't in love with Rahvyn. He didn't even know her. Then again, wasn't that how bonding worked?

Bonded male vampires without their females were empty vessels, nothing but muscle and bone held in by a thin skin.

Non voglio innamorarmi di te.» disse. «Non posso permettermelo, e non lo farò.» «Non importa. Io ti amerò abbastanza per tutti e due.» sussurrò Rhage.

Besides, the story of the two of them was written in the language of collision; they were ever crashing into each other and ricocheting away—only to find themselves pulled back into another impact.

If you love me, you will save yourself the now. Do not so willingly put your death on my conscience." As

Who'd have thought Rhage would be the Bitty-whisperer...

You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are.