Kado could feel Moukib’s stare. It was so intense that he sat up to meet his eyes.
“I am knowledge. I know eternity on a level more intimate than any god could comprehend. I am the ancient of ancients, the elder god. And you want to use me to spy on your husband?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”
Moukib actually laughed. “I suppose I can do that. But just once. He already hates me as it is.”
"Thanks for dinner. I’m leaving."
Anne sat up, wrapping her arms around herself in a tight hug. Goosebumps popped up on her arms from the chilliness of her room. “How can Bridget possibly be awake at this ungodly hour?”
Ron shrugged. “It’s 6AM, this is considered sleeping in for her and Henry.”
He knocked on the door and waited for his intern's response.
“Harv, James, and Levi are on a perimeter check. Mike, Charles, and Briggs are outside keeping watch around the cabin. And Bec is in the kitchen. Burning things,” Lachlan explained. “I think she’s trying to make breakfast? But the smoke alarm went off twice before she ripped it out of the wall completely.”
(Not gonna lie, Bec is an absolute mood lmao.)
(Thank you. She is my spirit animal.)
She swung her leg over the seat, threw on her sticker-covered helmet and started pedalling.
But the wise prepare even for the plans of the foolish.
He delicately placed his hand on Will’s knee and whispered, “I love you, too.”
“God, you guys are straight out of a Hallmark movie,” Anne stuck her tongue out in mock disgust.
“Please, you’re just jealous,” Ron retorted with a cheeky grin. "Though I think Zoey's plenty into you."
"Hilarious and completely incompetent, as always. Anyway, Garcia, the notes."
"I would fight beside you for eternity, I would fight alone to get to you, and I would die to protect you. Would you do me the honor of doing that with me as my wife?" He asked.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as he said it, but I could reply with was a simple. "You already did all of those things for me. What more could I ask you to give?"
"Even though I couldn’t bear to look at the posters, the bold, red letters that the word "missing" was written in leapt out at me from the papers that they were printed on." -Home Sweet Home, Chapter 5
In their absence, the crowd had nearly doubled, and an orchestra had struck up a lively number that didn’t quite drown out the swell of voices. He immediately made for the nearest corner. - Of Fun and Profit
Waking up from that dream wasn't just disappointing anymore; it was fucking depressing.
“You idiot, you gay idiot, why am I married to you?”
Noah smiles. “‘Cause you love me!” He winks.
"You kidnapped me while I was surrounded by some of the most elite guards in the entire land, in the middle of the most secure strong hold in the land, drag me out into the middle of the most dangerous forest in the world, and now you tell me that someone's trying to kill me?!"
"Your god complex is clashing with mine, can you swap it for a different one?"
For a second he pictured himself as Bilbo the hobbit, facing Smaug. But he wasn’t invisible. And his enemy was far more powerful than a dragon.
Llllllllllladiiiies and Gentlemeeeeen, welcome to Kye Gathrodir being an absolute retard for the six billionth time today!!
Hey! It is not my fault that we fell in here. It was just a small sound and we are going to figure out what it was.
We're gonna die.
It had worked perfectly in the past. Well…almost perfectly. That time where he was stuck in the Old West didn’t count.
(I’m just gonna point out that ret*rd is a slur and therefore Not Nice. Not trying to tell you how to write but.)