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Alexandra was one of those people who had gone through life at no cost to themselves; had she been obliged to pay any emotional bills during her earthly life, Jean Louise could imagine her stopping at the check-in desk in heaven and demanding a refund.
Alex fainted-"
"I didn't faint," I grumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.
Aiden's lip curved up on one side. "Okay. She was suddenly not walking or talking anymore ...
A bittersweet truth: she wasn't anyone's baby anymore. She'd been left bereft. Her value diminished. She was poor. Alex
My name is Alex, and I'll be serving you tonight.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Try as i do, i can't recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say 'forget me'; she seemed to live in parenthesis; ...
There,of course,was Alex. He wasn't watching Amanda.He was looking over her head, his bored gaze skimming over the room. Before I could turn away, it had found mine. He didn't smile; he certainly didn't wave.But he didn't look away.And I had absolutely no idea what to do.
Don't leave me, Amelia. Even if you don't want anything to do with me anymore, don't ever leave. I don't think I can do this without you.
Katherine the Midwife
I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two years ago, when I'd thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I'd been on the edge of a panic attack, thinking that I'd lose her. Now she looked pretty much the same way.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
Amanda Ashley is a master storyteller.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
Ari is beautiful beyond comparison, and she has my heart and my soul for eternity. I thought I made that abundantly clear last night, but it appears I have further work to do.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Now, I am not Anna, I have no will, I can't move out of a situation once it has started, I just go along with it.
Rachel The Huffington Post
Melissa officinalis
Amelia, meet my Honeydew.
It's just Annabeth mom jeez!
What name shall I call you?"
"Addie's fine. I know who she is."
"A mouthy little alchemist?"
"See, you know her, too.
You're my past, my present, and my future. You're my life, Anna. I love you.
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
Say what's in your heart, Annie.'
'You're in my heart, Samuel.
This is my Hanna.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?
You had another tattoo done? What does it say?"
"Alex. It says, Alex. I guess I just needed something to remind me you were real, because after you left, there was nothing ... nothing to say you'd ever been here.
Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived.
There was a silence. Then Paul looked at Alex.
'She knows Chesterton.'
'She lives,' said Alex.
Amy is one of my favorite people in the fashion industry. She's smart, stylish and simply not a dick.
Pick me Amelia. Please, pick me. Be the one who finally picks me.
Calla, Shay.' Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. 'This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.
The last time Abby set foot
Yes, Alex. You. That's what I want."
"I'm kind of hating that we're on the phone right now."
"Really?"
"That's a throw-you-over-my-shoulder thing to say, Maya.
Angela Wexler, person
Salvation Amy from Flat Hill, Kansas. Just a trailer-park girl with a bunch of stupid dreams that would never come true.
Florence Nightendick
Honoria Smythe-Smith," Sarah said, positively grinning, "I am
so proud of you."
"I would ask why," Honoria replied warily, "but I'm not sure I
want to know the answer
Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.
What I do know, is that Alex is my protector, my lover, my soul mate, and my one true love, but most importantly, he is my awakening.
Abby's beauty shone too bright, her soul too pure, and no one would ever compare. No one would ever hold my heart but Abby.
She's not the kind of girl you can easily forget," Alex said, before sitting upright again and taking a deep breath. "She's unforgettable.
But Alexandra Petrovic did not become the most powerful politician in Adria by taking no for an answer.
"You seem to think that I'm asking, Ms Blakely. Which I'm not."
I stop and turn. "And you seem to think that you scare me, Ms Petrovic. Which you don't.
Diary Amy. She was meant to be likable. Meant for someone like you to like her. She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you. No matter.
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
In a
few hours, she'll see Anna for herself. She'll see
her dressed in blood, her hair floating like it's
suspended in water, eyes black and shining. And
when she does, she won't be able to catch her
breath.
Eliza, my pancreas.
Sometimes, though only in my most unguarded moments, I can still think of Annette Winters as my first love. At fifteen, she was tall, slender, very dark: an intelligent, sly girl possessed of what I think of now, though I didn't think of then, as a kind of debatable beauty.
I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.
Jorinda and Jorindel
In the corner of her eye she caught her daughter's shoulders drop as Alex exhaled with uncommon soberness. "So you trust me, and you understand that I will never do anything I think might hurt you."
Miriam stopped outside the armory and pivoted to her daughter. "Alex, what have you done?
I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Who am I?" She whispered. Alex opened his mouth as if to correct her, but then he said, "You are my love.
Who's she? Just another Ivashkov. There are tons of them. Probably because all the guys like Adrian and have all sorts of illegitimate children." "Adrian doesn't have any children." "That we know of.
Sarah learnt a lot from Alex. Like the way men could say one thing, then another, then act in a way inconsistent with both positions and somehow still be convinced of their own integrity.
So which way now, Sacagawea? - Annabeth to Rachel
Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.
It's Aelin now," she snapped as loudly as she dared. "Celaena Sardothien doesn't exist anymore.
Ashleigh was the answer to a prayer I hadn't even known how to put together. She was all up in my boundaries, and it was a wonderful thing.
Miss Andrews is really nice
I am thrilled to be modelling the debut collection of Always Aliza. Janet Reger was such an iconic brand throughout my modelling career, and it feels great to now be modelling her daughter's range for JD Williams almost forty years on.
I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you? (Alex)
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
Chapter 19 Where are you, Aeney? You slip away from me as you always did. Where are you?
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.
What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.
That was the word she used to describe herself - fit. A.J. would've used other words. Like holy shit and sweet baby Jesus.
A) If it were up to me, Alison, you'd never wear clothes again. Nor, for that matter, would I ...
Things not to say.
You are my other half, Amy. I have to protect you.
Anna's one of those people who get fired up about injustices in the world; quick to quiver with rage because other people don't ignite like she does.
Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality.
Alex ... I love you. I'll go where you lead me. I won't ask for more.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Olivia hasn't just taught me how to love. She's done something much bigger. She's taught me how to live.
And I don't want to do it without her.
I'll always be there, Anna, in every ship you see sailing past. I'll be the wind in its sail.
I loved this girl. I was in love with Aleena Moore. Now that I'd finally admitted it, it was all I could see.
My heart beats her name
Kate Daniels, deadly swordswoman and rescuer of hungry orphans. Come in. Wash your hands.
You're one of a kind, Kate!" Alex said, and smiled.
"We all are, Alexander.
I can feel that photo of Anna staring at me from sixty years ago, and I can't help myself from wanting to protect her, wanting to save her from becoming what she already is.
Here I am, precious. I give myself freely. All of me, Alayna. No more walls or secrets or games or lies. I give you all of me, honestly. For forever, if you'll take me.
So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.
I need you, Alexia. I need you like flowers need water. Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened in my life.
She drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper.
Nobody sees the real me.
You're my eternity, Anna.
Pink is what I do. Alecia is who I am. The world has taken Pink and turned it into this thing, a brand - a snarl.
She's fine," said Declan, defensive. "You're fine, right?"
She gave him a look. "Peachy."
"See? Both Alex and her astounding wit have made it here intact. Her sense of humour seems to be M.I.A, but I'm pretty sure that was a pre-existing condition.
When she's in the same room as you, she commands your full attention." "Is it that obvious?" "It couldn't have been more obvious if you had painted this is my mate on your forehead with an arrow pointing to Anya.
I'm Abby fucking Johnston's daughter
Abby, I don't know who you are, but I do know that you're a remarkable woman. Come what may, I would love to meet you and thank you personally for awakening me from my stupor.
I'm going to a dance."
With Becky?"
No, with Alexander."
Who's Alexander?"
The love of my life!
My name is Anne; spelled with an e at the end." said Anne to Mrs. Thomas.
Anna is the sort of woman who writers write about, Tom. Somewhere in the third act, women like her save characters like you and me from ourselves. She's the loveliest literary device in the world.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
Roberta Marieschi
Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm.
Agnes Darling, if such should be we never meet again, while firing my last shot, I will gently breathe the name of my wife - Agnes - and with wishes even for my enemies I will make the plunge and try to swim to the other shore.
I used to sign vouchers and sign-out sheets with 'Alexandra Dee.'
Even after all of these years, Amelia London was still my kryptonite, and she still didn't know it.
I couldn't think straight around her. My body reacted on its own around her. My heart, too. It was Amelia's world, and I was just trying to survive in it.