I swear to God . . .”“God doesn’t come to this part of the house, so swear to me.” -Liam C

Step one, accept she was a damn boss. Step two, hide all the knives, guns, and maybe the pillows, too.

Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall.-Melody G.

How many wishes do you think we can get out of this?" she asked, but I couldn't tear my eyes way from the sky."How many wishes do you need?""Three."That got my attention, and I turned my head to look at her, but she didn't look away from the sky."A penny for your thoughts?" I wanted to know."Just this once," she smiled, and closed her eyes. "Wish one; I get my dad out of prison. Wish two; Selene stays happy. Wish three..."She stopped."Wish three?" I prompted.She wouldn't look at me, but she squeezed my hand. "Wish three is that I stay with you."There was a lump in my throat, and I squeezed her hand as I looked back up at the sky."Star light, star bright, the many stars I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, keep this girl for the rest of my life

My name,” I whispered in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. “Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you.~Liam C.