“I stand outside Mr. Haverstrom’s door, staring at the black letters of his name stenciled on the frosted glass, listening to the murmur of voices inside. It’s not that Mr. Haverstrom is a mean boss—he’s a bit like Mr. Earnshaw… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Fine’s a funny word, don’t you think? I don’t think there’s another like it in the English language that says so much while actually… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“And for God's sake, don't let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can't even remember where she… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I AM ALL ABOUT SELF-DETERMINATION. Will. Control. I determine my path in life. I decide my failures and successes. Screw fate. Destiny can kiss… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m going to fight to prove to you that this is real. That I’m not going anywhere and that what I feel for you… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“As she starts to speak, my mind is suddenly filled with every hot-teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. They’re playing out in my mind right… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Self-doubts are like weeds; if you don't deal with them right away, they multiply. And before you know it, your garden looks like a… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I prop my guitar up against the nightstand. Then I turn toward the bed and fall into it face first. The mattress is soft… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t much matter what you say when you’re screwing anyway. Or how you do it. Slow and gentle or fast and violent—it’s the… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’ll never get tired of looking at her. Or kissing her. Pussy whipped, thy name is Drew. Yeah I know. It’s okay. I don’t… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“I’m taking her to The Horny Goat, Agent St. James, not charging into battle. You and the rest of security are welcome to accompany… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“As the bills fall into the jar, Alexandra takes her hand. “Come on Mackenzie, let’s go to the American Girl store and spend some… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“Men? We don’t leave a lot of room for doubt: You’re a dick. You fucked my girlfriend. You killed my dog. I hate you.… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“And I know someone who’s perfect for her. He works in my lab. He’s smart. He’s funny. His name is Bert.” Bert? Is she… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
“When we pull back into the castle courtyard, James is waiting. And he does not look happy. Actually he looks like a blond Hulk… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
