Dickward had the kind of smirk that would make women moan his name even when he was in another continent. He was happily married to Emilia LeBlanc-Spencer and strictly off the market. Shame they rocked the happily-in-love vibe.

He was richer than God, married to one of the most beautiful women in our zip code and a doting father. He won the battle, the war and conquered every obstacle that had stood in his way. He had nothing to prove and reeked of contentment.

Can you be there for me? Just in case I need someone to hold my sword for me?'I did a little bow with my head.'Why, my princess, I thought you'd never ask.

The princess' sword was bloody.But she refused to tuck it back in. She wanted to leave a trail of their misery behind her, so they could always find her.

Roman 'Bane' Protsenko was beautiful like a Pushkin paragraph. You could read his face from a thousand times, and each time, you'd find something new to admire.

What's the antonym of hate?Jesse.

Where have you been?''Gail's, Pam's, Mrs. B's. Just...around?''No, Snowflake. Where have you been before? Where have you been all my life?''I was right here. Waiting for you.' I pressed my palm against his heart, smiling.

She actually smiled a real smile for the first time, and holy fucking shit, Jesse Carter needed to smile for a goddamn living. She could very possibly bring about world peace, and I wasn't even entirely exaggerating.

The queen is the most powerful piece,' he hissed. 'Don't let the powns bring you down.'I wanted to ask him if he was my king.Because I knew how to play chess very well.