Quotes Novel Dear You Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t mind the company” Hardin smiled then. “Great” He glanced down at the book in his hand then opened it. It took about two minutes to go from admiring Hardin to recognizing the book with him. Too late he was reading it, reading her failure of a prologue. “Wow this is nice and different” Hardin finally said looking up. She raised a brow at him doubtfully. “Nothing like your usual but it’s great, giving some tragic ending vibes though” “Is it that obvious?”

he shrugged on his white blazer and adjusted the collar before asking, "how many men have been through this third-degree anyway?" "Just you," I answered curtly, narrowing my eyes into slits, "there have only been two men in my life and one of which is well known to my family so this was not needed." "I didn't mean to offend you," Quade apologized, "I was just curious," he let his eyes move down my body slowly, drinking me in, "you always look so beautiful," he murmured, awe shining in his jade orbs, "are you ready to leave?"

Each page seems to be made of old iron. ‘What now?’ Lynn wryly smiled after seeing the book. After entering Arial’s body, he had already been shocked by many times, and finding another shocking thing would probably be the norm in his life. So it’s better to take care of his heart and just try to think of these as some kind of natural thing for Arial and he just had to act as normally as possible. “Are you not interested in this book?” Clarice asked. “Ugh… Even if you ask me, I have no idea about the book in the first place. You said you brought me here to refresh me from my mission…” Lynn answered.

“After everything, you still care?” Lorenzo’s gaze softened for an instant before hardening again. “I care about you. You’re not just a piece in this game—I know there’s more to you than you let on.” His voice dropped, almost a whisper. “And I will protect you, even if it means facing my own demons from the past.”

"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

I chuckled, making him laugh too and he let me go just in time as Samantha came back, pretty and proper as always. “You look beautiful, sis. Are you ready to go ?” I asked and kissed the top of the head. “Let’s go brother. I love you,” she said with utmost sincerity. “I love you too, baby girl,” I said and we three headed out. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA!

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I said so she handed it out to me. While we were eating, I read all the letters like it was a threat but I found it was all lame while they confessed their feelings to my Quinn like she was an easy girl. There was someone who even wrote that he was struck with her beauty the first time he laid his eyes on her and declared that he already loves her. Saying he would catch a grenade for her, throw his hand on the blade for her, jump on the train for her, and would take a bullet through his dumb brain for her. It was so clichéd. I was laughing the whole time while Quinn commented that I was such a dull person. She even planned to reply to every letter so my laugh grew louder.

I quizzed as I stepped out of the apartment with Quade on my heels. "Is she your mate or just someone else you're trying to save? You know you have a knack for wanting the save every damsel, don't you, mate?" I may not have remembered Quade but for some reason, it didn't strike me that we were close. He didn't seem like the type of person I'd consider a friend. So, why did he care? "Dea is my mate," I declared proudly, entering the stairwell. "She doesn't smell like a wolf," Quade mused.