Quote by Jordan L. Hawk Download Open image ““I grabbed Griffin’s arm. “Dear heavens, man! You’ve brought me to a house of ill-repute!”” — Jordan L. Hawk ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Griffin: “Did you just fuck him into submission?” He held his knuckles up to me. “Nice.” — S.C. Stephens Copy Share Image
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“I shake my head. Scoffing, I look down. “It’s over.” Griffin pinches my chin and forces my head back up. “You’re the leader. You… — Amanda Bouchet Copy Share Image
“Hey!' she said, punching Hanna's arm hard. 'Where have you been, bitch? I've been looking all over for you!” — Sara Shepard Copy Share Image
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“When I said I'd give my right arm to you, I didn't think you'd ask me for it, but you did. You said, Give… — Rebecca Brown Copy Share Image
“Suddenly he was in the doorway, looming over her in a determined fashion. Gone was sweet, patient Griffin. This was the Duke of Greythorne,… — Kady Cross Copy Share Image
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“There was a tap on his shoulder. The man who had fed him now told him to leave.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“He was a man’s man, despite his vocation; after all, he studied American history. A litany of red-blooded patriots, fighting savages and redcoats alike,… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Don’t sit down just yet, Whyborne,” the director ordered, motioning me to the front of the room. “We’ve a bit of business concerning you… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud. "Yes, my little turnip?" "Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I think I will remain here and work on my manuscript," Christine decided. "Going about talking to the locals sounds dreadfully boring. But if… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“He brushed a kiss across my lips, there and gone before I could gather myself to respond. 'Come now my dear. Let's have breakfast."… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“The night candle on the bedside table burst into spontaneous flame. The golden glow revealed a creature whose pale white skin was marked with… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I craved him, like an opium addict craved the pipe: the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand, his mere presence in… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“If the director fired everyone here who might go mad, half the museum would be depopulated", Christine replied. She exaggerated, of course - I… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Our two chairs were drawn up to the fire; a stack of scholarly books beside his and the latest volume of The Casebook of… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I seldom ate out, both for reasons of economy and because I feared someone might try to speak to me.” — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Don't be absurd. Do you think I'm going to remain here in Widdershins while you go haring off? One or both of you would… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
