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The Swendish queen - whose name I couldn't pronounce to save my life.
Until Elle.
I'd never known complete perfection until I made love to her for the first time. Every touch, kiss, stroke, or caress made was all in a need to show her how much I cared. How much I loved her.
Girl of Emerald, no man can tame. Burn down the world, consumed by flames.
Tatiana is a ridiculously curvy thing of dreams, with smooth succulent thighs, long strawberry blond cascading beneath a teal bandana, and a nympho sparkle in her eyes that says pick me, lick me, spank me, or I punish you. Raw innocence and mayhem at once.
With her long dark hair and green eyes, she was pretty as a doll. You know, the kind of doll that came to life at night to kill monsters.
Ash." Margaret knew her voice was trembling. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I adore you. Because you looked so stricken when I saw you and I couldn't bear not to comfort you." His voice was warm breath against her skin. "Did you know, when you left that room, you took all the light with you?
McKenna was her counterpart, her compass, her sanctuary.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Ana - as usual, you're my
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
"
The door slams in my face before I can finish.
"
daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
Trinity Royal, which was being nuzzled by a dozen small launches nosing into her flank like piglets suckling on a sow.
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
comfort. I'd decided Lucy
Mysterious like the moon,
she would delight you in her glow,
her light alone can make you question yourself..
&
who was she?
She will never let you know.
Sing, Marie of Arras. Do not forget, Marie of Arras.
Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?"
"Catriona." she whispered.
"Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE
Dante, this
is Annabelle."
No. No way. That name is
reserved for females with grace
and elegance, not this girl. This girl
is ... beastly. "Annabelle," I say.
"It suits you.
Jane Austen Emma
Despite her love of pineapple on pizza, Lark was perfection. I felt like a love starved moth drawn to the light of her smile.
mistress of Netherfold.
Right now I'm trying to do a fragrance called Natalie. She's very, very much alive for us.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Full of magick and desire ... Lydia Dare casts a spell on her readers! - Susan at Love Romance Passion
I huffed my way across the room to stand before the sexy mage. "Come on, let's get this over with." Jacob snorted.
"That's what all the girls say to Louis."
Eve, Jaymin (2015-01-29). Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 (p. 346). . Kindle Edition.
You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.
Heroine: girl who is perfectly charming to live with, in a book.
She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!
Her name's Brienne.
You are nothing like Christine!" he said, in my face. "She was a responsibility, a mistake I made when young and foolish, and from whom I came to believe I would never be free!"
"Then what am I?" I challenged, staring up into blazing sapphire eyes.
"A joy.
My heart beats her name
Melissa Pritchard's prose, that darkly lyrical firmament, is brightened by the dizzy luminous arrangement of her stars and satellites, her great gifts to us: humor, irony, kindness, brilliance.
The sisters she loved at the Black Cottage are gone. Arsinoe saw her chance and she took it. So next time, Mirabella will take hers aswell.
Her sound is a siren's song, calling me to the rocks.
Hope,
Lizzie says
my name over
and
over
and
over
again.
Hope!
And, oh,
I stand there.
Oh, my heart.
I stand there,
still.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
She makes the world seem shiny and sunlit.
-Noel
She was a living reverie for me: the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from Greek to Gothic, from vulgar to divine.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Brenna Kelly, meet Alice Price-Healy. Grandma, meet Breanna. No one is shooting, stabbing or immolating anyone in this hotel room."
"Please," added Dominic. "I have to sleep here."
"HAIL!" Rejoiced the mice. "HAIL THE LACK OF STABBING, SHOOTING AND FLAME!
Margaret Benton; creative marketing director
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
They Call her the Devourer."
"I'm guessing she's not a unicorn princess.
Stella seems the most carefree, the most flamboyant, the most daring, and the only Mayfair Witch ever bent entirely upon having fun.
Hail, Piper McLean," Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. "Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.
Tina Blackstone,
The world was often ugly and painful, filled with hate, sadness, and despair. But Aria? She made sense in a senseless world. She was the rainbow to my everlasting thunderstorms.
Never would I trade for some new shape
that laurel I was first, in whose sweet shade
all other pleasures vanish in my heart.
Today she is the lady of death, which I believe is the best muse to have.
Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
She's poison of the worst kind, a slow disease that eats the heart and rapes the soul.
Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Roberta Marieschi
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.
Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
She seemed exotic and strange, a mysterious siren with devilish companions and spell-caught whorls that gleamed alluringly all over her pearl skin.
Holding Frances in my arms is the best drug in the world.
A fragile, unearthly prettiness has come out in Laura: she is like a piece of translucent glass touched by light, given a momentary radiance, not actual, not lasting.
The fairest queen that Luna had ever known. For once, she was satisfied. She had Evret. She had her crown.
With her enchanting songs, her rare beauty, and clever tricks, this wild 'wanderess' ensnared my soul like a gypsy-thief, and led me foolish and blind to where you find me now. The first time I saw her, fires were alight. It was a spicy night in Barcelona. The air was fragrant and free.
In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn't anticipated her - hadn't even wanted her, truthfully - but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.
Iris GL (GL is short for "graphics library").
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
Once I had gotten my bearings and turned back to the room in front of me, I found myself staring directly into the eyes of Queen Julia. Well, her and about twenty Hunters who seemed only too happy to display their bouncing balls of crackling orange magic and wicked stares.
Sarah...loved the way the light lit the silence first thing in the morning.
My curiosity sister of larks.
My name's Margareta, by the way." "Oh," I said, then thought that I ought to say something more. She looked as if she were expecting a reply, but what could I say? What could I possibly have to say about her name? Her name was Margareta. Okay. Good. Nice name.
Do you remember little Zoe Octavia Lexham?' he said.
His aunt cast her pale blue gaze in the direction of the great chandelier, as though that was where she kept her memory. 'Zoe Octavia,' she said.
She was a goddamn unicorn of selfishness.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
Fun! You think I have just been having fun with you? I am insane in love with you, Lilah! I have been since the first night. Remember the night I carried you all the way home, just so you could not meet anyone else before I had the chance to make you mine?
Use the prise de fer!" Shelby called. "Lilith sucks at the prise de fer. Correction: Lilith sucks at everything, but especially the prise de fer.
I peek over the back of the couch and there she is, my goddess of death, her hair snaking out in a great black cloud, her teeth grinding hard enough to make living gums bleed.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman
taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
Hadley Grayson is my lightning, my speed, my hearts, my candy.
I've never tried any of my own products and I'm glad I haven't.
It might have reduced my tolerance for happy.
I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
She was the kind of girl that inspired love songs and erotic poetry.
Ana x At least I still earned a kiss. Surely she
Janelle, you're my home.
Charlotte. There's a girl on the roof. She says her name is Lena... She says she brought the helicopter you wanted? - August
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
At night, she whispered into the pipes: I hate it here. Please take me away, let me be something other than Marya, something magical, with a round belly. Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
Only once did Lori glimpse such an entity, supine on a mattress in the corner of its boudoir. It was naked, corpulent and sexless, its sagging body a motley of dark, oily skin and larval eruptions that seeped phosphorescence, soaking its simple bed.
the cottage lights
Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.