Adrian Quote by Charlotte Featherstone Download Open image ““My dearest Lucy,” he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “I would die for you.”” — Charlotte Featherstone ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Adrian Charlotte-featherstone Pride-and-passion St Lucy
“My darling Lucy.” He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever leave me.” — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Besides, aren't you dying to see our bedroom?" "Dying," said Lucy, going up the oak staircase with a stout, determined heart.” — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“I knew damn well if Lucy broke up with me I'd still love her until I turned to dust.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“You’re not dying,” he said. “How do you know?” His eyes latched onto mine. “Because I’d never let that happen.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“If you die, it will be my fault, and I can’t live with that.” He leaned down, bringing his lips so close they brushed… — Erin Beaty Copy Share Image
“He looked at her then, and she could see he wasn't afraid. "Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten," he said.” — L.J. Smith Copy Share Image
“If you died right now, you would never know that I had loved you, fiercely, hesitantly, awkwardly, without even being sure that it was… — Kowaiyokai Copy Share Image
“Lucy just took her hand and smacked herself in the forehead with it. I think that meant she was constipated. So, I just left… — Zack Zombie Books Copy Share Image
“Would you die for her?' I almost stopped breathing. I could feel his eyes on me. 'I do. Every day.” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“Ash brought my hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. "I love you, Meghan Chase," he murmured against my skin. "For the… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Since you're probably going to die, you might as well know- I love you nearly as much as I hate you." His eyes fluttured… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
“I’m still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch while you eat.” That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it, brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all the time in the world to play and coax. “I… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to share the triumphs and failures. A woman I can share my dreams with, and who will share hers with me. A woman who I can comfort and hold in times of need, and who will hold… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She brought a finger to her mouth, licked it. Salt. A clean scent. Not male sweat rich with the scent of musk and masculine flesh, but something else. Something purer. Tears. “Iain?” He trembled and she could have sworn she heard his tears run down his cheeks and plop onto the pillow. “My God, Beth. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“She saw how he was staring at it, the bright red hue beneath her bonnet. She could not bear to see the way he was looking at her—right through her—without seeing her. He did not see a woman. He did not see Jane, the woman he had been so passionate with two days before. He saw… Jane swallowed hard and… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You’ve… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch while you eat.” That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it, brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all the time in the world to play and coax. “I… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share
“Damn it," I muttered. "What?" asked Adrian. "I hate when you're the sane one. That's my job." "Rose," he said, forcibly trying to keep… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want." "Don't try to use my own words against me," I warned. "Why?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“You approve?" I asked, spinning around. He slipped an arm around my waist. "Unfortunately, yes. I was hoping you'd show up in something a lot sluttier. Something that would scandalize my parents." "Sometimes it's like you don't even care about me as a person," I observed as we walked inside. "It's like you're just using me for shock value." "It's… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You’ve… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“For the record, while it's very charming that you keep trying to protect me, I would like to remind you that I actually know how to defend myself." He grimaced. "I know. It's just... instinct." "Well, stop it." He held his hands up. "Won't happen again." He hesitated. I mean, unless I'm pretty sure you're about to die, then I'm… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share
“He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it’s awesome you’re getting so good in your defense class. Not that that’s a surprise. You’re always so good at everything, and you don’t even realize it. You don’t even realize half the things you do—like how you watch out for others and never even think about… — richelle mead Copy Share
“With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me. “No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
“Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back." He turned away again, and I heard him mutter,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Adrian briefly closed his eyes. "It's alright, Winston. We're just trying-" "No, it's not all right," said Oscar, slamming his fist on the table. "It's obvious you know something, and we're not leaving this room until you tell us what it is!" Winston frowned. "They said we only had fifteen minutes." "That-" started Oscar, holding up a finger. Then he… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share