163 Quotes by Christina Lauren

For the love of God, Hanna, where are you?" he yelled.Across the room she lowered her fruity drink, held up her hand decorated with a beautiful engagement ring, and called out, "Is that what this ring means? That I come to your rescue?"He nodded fervently, shouting, "Yes!

The psychotic clown I sent for his birthday will feel like a feather falling on a pillow atop a cloud. The laxative in my lunch? Child's play. If you think it was bad when I sent that fake resume for his open assistant position and the stripper came for the interview? No. We're talking Defcon Five, Vietcong-level mind fucking, do you hear me, Chloe?

Jesus Christ, is everyone on something because I want some of whatever it is," Will grumbled, reaching for George's arm and looping it through his.

If you move to the West Coast, I will make a gun out of this," she said, drunkenly brandishing a tiny straw before searching the rest of the cluttered table, "and these peanuts and this glass and shoot you in the dick, Will."I winced at the visual. "Wow-" I began."In the dick, Will.

Here tit is.

For some reason, the two of us arguing was like some sick form of foreplay.

Christ on a cracker, he's pretty.

I was thinking, ‘Highly fuckable intern, twelve o’clock. Disengage, soldier. I repeat, disengage.

There’s no way a person could have this much diarrhea and survive.