137 Quotes About Paranormal-romance-series

That was the one thing he knew for certain above all else, this female was his. He knew it the moment he saw her tumble into his territory.

If life had been a calligraphy contest she’d be the right-handed dummy attending her first lesson with the left hand. She sympathized with the clumsy because she’d always felt like one, it was her own built-in teacher feature. Not understanding where she fit in came with a lot of drama and a lot of days in the rain with no umbrella.

Nose wipe?” Zoey pulled out a Kleenex. “Is it just me or does this brand sound exactly like what it’s for…clean your tears after your ex…Kleenex?

Indigo People pierce the shadowy border between reality and the paranormal…

Through the open window-leaf, Emma watched glimmering stars in the black sky.The cooling breeze had been invading with scents of autumn to the bedroom.Suddenly, the squeaking sighing behind the waving linen curtain splashed the silence.Trembling like foliage in the wind, Emily approached it closer, going to check out the source of the sounds.Somebody was there!Emma heard every beat of her own heart, as it seemed to knock that loudly, like trying to jump out.

Emily could not explain it how, but she felt it that Mr. Fog is somewhere around, and that he needs to talk to her about something important… She just knew it, and that was it.

The same day, after the lessons were over and Emma went out to the schoolyard, an unexplainable strange trepidation suddenly awoke inside her heart. Something was stopping her from going home.She trailed to the stadium situated behind the school building and took some rest leaning onto the shady branches of poplars. Emily could not explain it how, but she felt it that Mr. Fog is somewhere around, and that he needs to talk to her about something important… She just knew it, and that was it.

Especially her father was watching with much attention to ensure that Emma didn’t have “too much” of leisure time (or even happy emotions) in her life; that’s why she was sometimes truly missing it and didn’t have much of anything interesting going on, being surrounded mostly by depressing boredom of everlasting routine duties she was fulfilling daily, being a responsible and hardworking person since early ages.

Once, Emma had an amusing night dream:In front of the window, there appeared stripes made of sentences of her stories. She was comfortably resting inside the net of those lines of words, looking via them like through a half-limpid curtain to the views outdoors…