“Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“The soy is seeping through the material like a BP oil slick in a Louisiana swamp.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“He's going to bite me! Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Not that I did, bang her that is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, how could I ever be sure about something like that?” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this… — Poppet Copy Share Image
