Absolute Favorites Novels & Stories

Each day was spent gathering intelligence about their targets, their home addresses, their hobbies, where they worked from, the routes they took to work, where they preferred to spend their free time who their families were, who their mistresses were. People are and always will be creatures of habit. Whether its a certain type of food, if there's two pizza places the same price one is either going to be closer or taste better chances are you're going to favor one over the other. Where you go for a drink alcohol or otherwise, two different places serve your favorite beer, and they can be right across the street from each other, you're going to have a favorite whether it's because of prices

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“I want to be someone’s favorite.” “You are my favorite, Enzo. Come here.” Amara said, and Enzo hurried to the opposite side while pointing a finger at Colton. “What about me?” Colton asked. “Like they said, you’re the pack favorite. It can be that way.” His mother answered as he hugged Enzo. “Aunt Lexi?” Colton turned to me, and I opened my arms. He scooted immediately as he and the others laughed. “You are my favorite! Don’t tell Enzo and David, as those two giants are jealous freaks.” I hugged him and patted his back.

But I never expected her hatred for me to run that deep. Using the cross my dad, Maxim Ulfric, had given me, she covered it with silver powder and drove it through my limbs and pierced the last strike straight through my throat. Then, she flung my battered body into a Rogue's den. "Loveta Senka, why do our dads love you best?" She held up my cross necklace and grinned wickedly as she continued, "My mom died saving them, so I should be the Cinderhowl pack's most precious little princess! Tell me… Will they still love you if you're tainted?"

Zay’s POV They say love can be gentle. That it’s soft whispers in the night, warm hands held under starlight, promises whispered like secrets between two souls. But mine? My love for Vee is something else entirely. It’s fire and shadow. It’s fierce and relentless. It’s the kind of love that claws at your insides and refuses to let go. I’ve watched other guys look at her—carefree, casual, like she was just another prize to chase. But I know better. I know Vee. She’s not just anyone. She’s mine.

"You're... quite devishly handsome for a 35 year old." ‎ I stiffened when my thoughts escaped through my mouth. It took only a second for the realisation to settle in, for me to look away as my eyes widened out of their sockets and for me to clasp both hands over my opened mouth. ‎ 'Oh wow, go Alyssa! You dumbass!' ‎Kiean rose his head slowly. "What was that?" ‎"I said you have good genes." ‎Ha, even better! What the hell is wrong with you?!

She loves Kitkat and her most favorite pet in the world is a squirrel. Of course, I didn't believe it. I was not stupid to believe some random facts from that bimbo. It was all made up to piss me off. My sweet Quinn loved black? Her favorite band is Nirvana? And what's up with the cliff being her favorite view. That was really absurd. Was she really crazy, telling me that Quinn's favorite pet is a squirrel? Get the shit out of here? No, my sweet Quinn would not say that. That was impossible.

“Like what?” “Well, you’ve already said your favorite books are the classics, but you too have an eclectic taste. Romance and adventure, I think would be your passion. I know your favorite colors are bright colors; blues, yellows, pinks. I know you love your family, but you tend to back down to your sister in order to avoid an argument. I know your favorite food is pasta. Your favorite actor would be Orlando Bloom or Ryan Reynolds, someone handsome and romantic. Actress, probably Anne Hathaway or maybe Charlize Theron. Strong, independent, beautiful females like yourself. I think your favorite season would be summer, so you can run, and your new favorite vacation spot is France. How close am

I say. "Blue and silver. What is yours?" He asks. "Green and white. What is your favourite person in the world?" I ask. "My Mom. Yours?" He asks. "Your Dad. And other than from family?" I ask. "My best friends Vance and Kathy. What is your guilty pleasure?" He asks. "I would have said chocolate but also I love spending time in bathtub with a good romantic novels. What is yours?" I ask as I look away to hide my blush.

"You've got it all wrong, Ellie. I don't have feelings for you anymore. The one I love is Sylvie. I've only ever seen you as my younger sister." Eloise stared at him in disbelief. "You don't like me? That's impossible! You came to pick me up the day I returned to the country. You even skipped your wedding anniversary with Sylvie. "Since then, you've spent almost every day with me, taking care of me in every possible way. You'd rather go to a concert with me than accompany Sylvie to her prenatal checkup. Ever since I came back, you've chosen me over Sylvie more times than I can count.