I don’t love men that love other women. I think more of myself then that.

Well, look who’s on my front porch,” he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. “A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate.”I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and...

A rose symbolizes my love for you, because it’s dying.

At the end; highest happiness will be, a white rose, in the garden of your eternal dreams.

I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.

Plus, you’re the last Dragomir. You’re always going to be in the spotlight. Who’s she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them.”Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate...

But also… well, you and I will both be Lissa’s gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and...

His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “That’s part of it,” he said. “But also… well, you and I will both be Lissa’s guardians someday. I need to protect...

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.

He’s as tall as a tree, but he fights like a rose bush. What’s with all the scratching? I should cut him down in the name of romance.

Rumors said that if he got drunk enough, he sometimes got his jollies by stripping naked and scaring hikers out in the Broken into thinking he was Bigfoot.

Galen!” The crown princess flung herself into her husband’s arms with a glad cry. The other princesses shrieked and threw themselves at their brother-in-law only a moment later.

Your… Your aura. It’s… amazing. It’s shining. I mean, it always shines, but today… Well I’ve never seen anything like it. I didn’t expect that after everything that happened.’I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit...

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

The class lost it, both from hearing Mr. Nagy say “bitched” and from finally getting some participants named.”Why, Mr.Zeklos, are you the aforementioned J? The one who earned a smiley face from the sloppy writer?

In a very bad breach of guardian protocol, he caught a hhold of my hand and pulled me towards him.”and?” he asked, wrapping me iin his embrace.”I think she’d ask,’What have we gotten ourselves into?

It’s the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important…People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your...

Her name was Rose, and I’d hoped that one day our love would blossom like her name. It didn’t, so today it lives on atop a grave.

Everyone will say I’m insane, but I don’t care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown hair, with gifts of beauty and goodness and storytelling?

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.

After the bitching I’d done to Abe about going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City.

What are you? An after school special?

Well, she was talking to me. That’s enough to make anyone lose their temper. And I accused her of sleeping with my dad because he was the soundest evolutionary choice.

There are billions of men in the world, probably millions near my age. Maybe hundreds who are compatible with me. Maybe at least a dozen who would want to date me. There’s got to be...

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

Beauty and love pass, I know… Oh, there’s sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOUWhen I hold a rose,I see the soft, velvety petalsand smile, becausetucked betweenthose precious petalsis a special gift -the one of a fragrance,pure and sweet.When you hold a rose,you see...

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn’t...

Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours.”I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand and expand until there was nothing...

Whoa, Dimitri,” I said, tossing my bag on the floor. “I realize this is actually a current hit in Eastern Europe right now, but do you think we could maybe listen to something that wasn’t...

Then… it was like… I don’t even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy and love… so many wonderful things, all the lovely things that make up the...

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows …she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time…..

A Dragon Rose is a flying flower that breathes fire. A relationship isn’t truly a romance if there isn’t a tiny element of danger involved.

It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities.”She stared. “What sort of private activities?”This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. “Disrobe, and I’ll...

I want to help you,” Oliver said.”Why?” Galen looked up at him. “Because of Petunia?” Oliver was relieved that the prince didn’t seem to be skeptical about his conviction. He simply looked like he wanted...

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning.””Thank you.” I said primly. Then, I considered. “Can vipers...

After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn’t been any traffic on the road for over...

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. “I miss him so much.””I’m sorry,” she said.”Will it ever get better?”The question seemed to catch her by surprise. “I…I don’t know.

The Sick RoseO Rose, thou art sick.The invisible worm That flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found out thy bed Of crimson joy,And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn’t my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking.Wasn’t I stronger than this?

The very thing keeping me alive is also killing me—love. No wonder the rose symbolizes both love and death. They should have a deal where if you buy a dozen roses you get a free...

My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities.

The Devil’s RoseYou would never take a rose from a beast. If his callous hand were to hold out a scarlet flower, his grip unaffected by pricking thorns, you would shrink from the gift and...

By the way, my name’s Rose Hathaway. I’m seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her...

We cannot road trip to Paris.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco.

Rose spreads its fragranceHis fragrance is his message.