“Behind that I would shield myself, and I’d tell him to go away. “Don’t,” he said when I had the dress in… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Dance, ballerina, dance And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin' heart.” — Nat Cole King Copy Share Image
“Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses— I will study wry music for your sake. For should your hands drop… — John Frederick Nims Copy Share Image
“You really think I’m pretty enough for a man to love?” “You’re more than pretty enough.” He sounded embarrassed. “Chris, remember when… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“Boy!” she lashed out. “Move away from that window—this instant!” “My name is not ‘boy.’ My name is Christopher. You can address… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
