Star Trek Quotes Love Novels & Stories

Evan chimed in from the other side of the couch. “Then stay out of my head” Clark sneered at him. “Kinda hard not to when your pervy thoughts are just leaking into the mind link channel.” Evan cackled. “What kind of Wuthering Heights fantasy are you playing out in your head?” “You know I’m your Alpha right?” Clark asked threateningly. “Don’t make me command you to punch yourself.” “Oh please, lover boy.” Evan tossed the remote next to Clark and went to look for a strong drink. It was hard having to listen to the thoughts of a pining wolf all day.

His face shifted, the playfulness giving way to a much serious expression. He cupped my face in both hands, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life," he said slowly, each word deliberately. “I love you, Yas. I should have said it sooner. I should have told you about Trina sooner. I should have done a lot of things differently. But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not ever." My eyes burned with tears, i blinked rapidly in an attempt to hold them back.

Not once. Was it true, then? Everything she'd said before? Had she really stopped loving him? Just as he was drifting into thought, the officiant's voice pulled him back. "Seth Rogen, do you take Faye Walters to be your lawful wife? To love and cherish her from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?" Seth hesitated. He picked up the microphone, ready to speak— But then, the large projection screen lit up without warning.

His words had caused am anger in her spirit, as though he didn't understand what Starr's action had caused to her confidence level. "You really think you can separate those two who are already deep in love?" She asked as she placed her hands on the bed and stared at him, frowning and grinning the words as though she tried forcing the words into his head "Just say you cannot do what you thought you could do.." he yelled the words, a little angrily. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "...and not play around the fact that those two are deep in "love" " He said the last words as he made the invisible quotes with his fingers for the word "love".

“Dude, liking her means you have to take care not take her heart.” “But—” “’Love is not selfish,’ as quoted in the Bible.” Hunter interrupted Porter’s time to talk. Porter and Serge looked at Hunter, then, to each other. Hunter raised his brow. “What? Can’t believe I’m starting than the two of you combined?” He mocked and the two rolled their eyes. Hunter smirked. “Porter, don’t hang out with Serge a lot,” he beamed. “You’re usually a genius person, right? Don’t let your brain cells to waste.” He beamed earning a smack from Serge.

"I want a love that defies the ordinary, Alexander. A love that withstands the tests of time and emerges stronger. Do you believe in that kind of love?" Alexander, captivated by the sincerity in her gaze, responded with a conviction that would echo through the corridors of time. "I do, Isabella. I believe in a love that transcends the mundane, a love that becomes the anchor in the tempest of life. Our love will be a testament to that belief."

They didn't know whose side to choose. And behind us, the North Star pack was still hours away. "We're alone," I whispered. "No." Stellan's hand found mine, warm and strong. "We have each other. We have the bond. We have what Rourke will never understand." "What's that?" "Love." He smiled—that rare, beautiful expression that transformed his whole face. "It sounds stupid, I know. In the face of armies and prophecies and ancient powers, love sounds like nothing. But it's real. It's powerful. It's the one thing Rourke can't take from us."

With a swift motion, she pulled out a syringe from her pocket, her eyes dark and deadly as she stabbed the needle into my neck. Eyes wide with shock, I stared at Rebecca, memories of our childhood flashing before my eyes. We had shared so much—laughter, dreams, and promises to always be there for each other. “When did your hatred start?” I coughed up blood, clutching to Rebecca’s dress as I forced the words out of my lips, my voice weak and filled with pain. “Who told you I ever liked you? Ever since we were young, you always got the best things, leaving me with nothing but leftovers. All my life, all I had to do was fawn over you,” Rebecca pushed my hands away, her voice trembling with ange

He could only shut his mouth, pitifully sitting down beside Franky. When the living room was empty, Dylan sighed and whispered, "Franky, I know you still love me." This sentence was like a knife on Franky's neck, making him unable to move. Franky James drooped his eyelids, not responding to Dylan. Dylan Johnson interlaced his hands on his knees. "Not only do you love me, but I love you too."

In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.