Tangerine Book Quotes Novels & Stories

I don't know why. But whenever I pick up this book to write it gives me butterfly Because I love what I'm about to do. Thanks to my Editor (KESLEY WANG) for this opportunity. Happy reading my lovely readers. No dull moments here. 🥵😻🍼❤️💋😅😂💘💖😘

Children ran past her with paper boats, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes. An old woman hummed outside her flower stall. And the world for once felt like it wasn’t asking her to prove anything. She passed the bookstore where Liam once bought her poetry collections. The display window had changed a new release stood in the center titled “The Long Way Home.” She smiled at the coincidence. Inside, she flipped through the first few pages, and her eyes caught on a quote: “Forgiveness isn’t the end of love it’s the transformation of it.”

What if Luca left me too? I reached out for the chilled orange juice that had begun to succumb to the hot air. Bringing the transparent straw to my lips, I sipped from it. Although drowned in my ugly thoughts, I still took some seconds to appreciate the zesty tang that tantalized my tongue. If only my life could be as sweet as this orange juice.

Classic ostrich mode. Only Layson had the keycard for this elevator, so unless he swiped, they’d stay stuck on basement level one. Which suited him just fine. His breath brushed her ear as he chuckled lowly. “Smells like orange. Tastes like orange. Sweet and juicy.” “You said the same thing when I ate tangerines! Just admit it, you’re obsessed with citrus,” she muttered. “I’m going to start feeding you oranges every day and see if you still think it’s sweet.”

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”

she announced as I drove off and I frowned not being able to tell how she felt about it with those four words. "Why did you think?" "Her poems are...different," she mumbled and I laughed slightly. "Different bad or different good?" "Different interesting," "Do you have a favourite quote or did you-" "When anger spreads inside your breast keep watch against an idly barking tongue," "Page 19," I mumbled and she laughed "You memorized the book?" "It's a good book," "I won't disagree," she mumbled and I glanced over to her meeting her gaze for a split second.

'I asked around and the guys told me that it could be a tumour. Jesus Christ…. ‘I’M FINE.’ I glared at the road ahead and received a sigh of defeat from my left. Then, the car moved steadily out of the business district and headed for my apartment building. ***** I paused and shifted back into the passenger seat and turned to the future star of B.A.D. ‘Tangerine suits her, OK?’ Ambrose chuckled. ‘The only fruit she takes is watermelon. Cause it's pink.’ ‘That's a surprise. And I meant the shade, silly. Tangerine suits her skin tone. Trust me. She’ll glow beautifully in it.’ I beamed appreciatively at him and got out of the car, back onto the pavement.

"Remember who you are...Remember me, please remember us..." For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of the wind. And then, slowly, Selene's gaze softened, the fear in her eyes giving way to a glimmer of recognition. "I never promised you a rose garden," Selene whispered, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized what she was saying. It was a quote we often used to reassure each other during difficult times, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, we will always have each other.

"Meanie." "Oh? What did you just call me?" I asked pointing at her. "Nothing." She replied almost immediately while shaking her head. She's so cute. "You said something about my scent earlier?" I asked and she looked at me before she smiled. That heartwarming smile. "I said I like your scent better. It smells like Tangerine." Okay, I wasn't expecting that. "Tangerine?" I asked taken aback. She nodded her head vigorously while blinking at me.

‘And once the fireth cometh knoweth yond thee shall suffer the same fate as the people thee ruleth.’ Tapping her fingers on those words that she had written, she was still unable to find anything that was related to the said quote. There was also only one book that had mentioned it, but the hard part was finding something that had a similar book that actually explained what was happening and was able to tell more about the said quote, something that was clearer and more reliable than the riddle.