1,040 Quotes by J.R. Ward

Thank you for caring for my brother."He took his sunglasses off.And looked at her with total adoration.

If I got to you once, I can do it again. And maybe next time I won’t waste my breath trying to prove the fact that I’m your equal.” “I am the King, you realize.” “And I’m the daughter of a deity, motherfucker.

V jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos." "When did you get them?" "Almost three centuries ago." She whistled. "God, you live that long?" "Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.

... I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread...

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want.Apart from Blay, that was.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. "Your assistance has been much appreciated." Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. "Knock her dead, my man." "Oh, no." Xcor shook his head. "That shan’t be necessary. This one I like.

Tohr took a pull of his beer. “What the hell is this?”“When Harry Met Sally.”Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. “What?”“Shut it. After this, we’re going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—”Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. “Okay. Right. Have fun with this—

His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad.Not that Qhuinn was bitter.Because the guy was sharing Blay’s bed.Nah.Nope. Not at all.