Romantic In Your Arms Quotes Novels & Stories

And her heart fluttered hearing him. She remembered a quote by Christian Medina, ‘If you love her, you’ll respect her light and her darkness, her fire, and her rain.’ “Bolt, Artemis, you can freshen up too,” Caroline suggested. Bolt turned his turned and nodded his head before reaching near and giving an open-mouth kiss for a few minutes before walking into the room. Caroline smiled and shook her head at his behavior. She was glad that she hadn’t applied any makeup, or he would have ruined it for sure.

“You could’ve covered me up. You could’ve told him to get the fuck out the second he walked in—but no. You wanted him to see me like that. You wanted to show off.” He didn’t deny it. “I’m not your trophy,” I said, voice softer this time, shakier. Luther stepped closer, grabbing my chin gently, lifting it. “You’re not a trophy,” he said, his voice low. “You’re the war I’m proud to win every damn day.” I stared at him. His eyes didn’t blink. “You burn me, Aurora,” he murmured. “But I’ll be damned if I ever let anyone else touch the fire.”

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

I wish to look suitable for Axel; I want him to find me beautiful. “The man adores you, Ria; you are a lovely woman, don’t ever doubt your beauty.” I’m not sure if that's the case; Axel is beautiful. Every woman will volunteer to be standing on his side, and somehow I’ll be happy to be that woman. “Oh, Armie you are giving me so much confidence; where have you been all my life, my wolf?” “He’s back and is about to knock on your door.” Armie transmits the information in my head.

Your scent, your smile, your sarcasm, your kindness, your goodness,every little thing that makes you who you are,I miss them to the point of pain. Seeing you again for a few seconds, having the chance to taste your magnificent lips, gave me the strength to keep fighting for you. It is always easier to write these things than to speak them. I hope you do not hold it against me, but I will never be the greatest romantic. I will always struggle to reveal my feelings. Grand declarations will never be my style, but I will try to take a step toward you if it means getting my mate back.

♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Roman POV: “If being with you would bring me eternal ruin, I would kiss you with all my might and go to hell, so I can tell them what heaven tastes like.” My mate laughed, her vibrating body beside mine causing joy to go through me. “That sounds like Shakespeare. How are you quoting Shakespeare?” I pulled her even closer, chuckling and stroked her hair. “I’m not even sure that’s the exact statement. I saw it written on a signboard once when I lived among humans. And I think it perfectly captures this moment. After what we just experienced together, I don't think any other thing in this world can top it.” She raised her head slightly to look at me, and my heart pumped faster than bef

“I’ve been told I can be a little… too much. But I’m working on it. Therapy and things.” He almost seems embarrassed to admit it, like confessing to therapy is more vulnerable than confessing to drugging someone. I squeeze his hand gently. “I don’t think you’re too much.” I tilt my head and let my eyes go soft. “There’s nothing to apologise for in giving as much as your heart allows. You’re simply… a hopeless romantic.” The light that spreads across his face reaches his mouth in a slow, wondering smile. “That’s the first time I’ve thought about it that way. A hopeless romantic.” He turns his hand under mine, threading our fingers together, and his grip is warm and eager and trembling slightl

"You are beautiful, in ways the world may not always tell you—inside, where kindness blooms and out, where the light catches in your eyes like scattered stars. I love the way your name dances on my lips, the way your gaze flickers with a quiet magic when I say it. And the way you shiver—just slightly—when our arms brush, as if even the smallest touch is a whispered promise. Each day with you felt like a wish I didn't know I'd made. If I could turn back time, I'd start it all over—just to find you sooner, to sit beside you again, to spend every fleeting moment where you are." Andra's voice rose an octave as she gasped exaggeratedly. "This is so romantic!" I groaned, flopping backward onto the

As cheesy as it sounds your arms are like my heaven and I don’t want to leave them. I remember the day we both had been arguing about whether magic was real or not. You always told me that magic was real. You told me that magic was not just about releasing pigeons from a hat it was much more than that. You told me that the sparks you feel when you hold me are magic, the daze I put you in is magic, When we make up within half an hour of fighting with each other is magic, the way we understand each other is magic, every word we speak, every touch and every kiss is magic. Jonathan, you said that the moment you met me was the most magical experience of your life, I have never believed in magic J

"Their laugh, the way they'd hold my finger, their tiny hands... everything we never got." Roman's fingers threaded through my hair, gently. "We'll carry them in our hearts, flower. Always." I shivered, burying my face deeper, letting the sorrow mix with the warmth of his embrace. Sleep claimed me slowly, pulling me under.... I was standing in a sunflower field, wearing a white dress, and Roman was standing in front of me, smiling. Goddess, he looked so beautiful, his hair dancing with the wind. "I love you," he said, cupping my face with his large hands. "This feeling is unmistakable, love. You won the bet. So, tell me...tell me what you want. Anything at all. I promise that I'll make it ha