2,747 Quotes About Paranormal-romance

All I ask,” the doctor said, “is that you keep in mind that all creations, all advances, all inventions, come with a price. They can be used for good or they can be used for evil. But in my philosophy, mine is not to determine politics or to decide if a certain advance should be created. Mine is to determine if it could be created. There’s no use in debating the morals when I don’t even know if something will work.

Why did you come to my door?”She wet her lips and whispered, “I promised my friend at work that tonight would be a night of yes.”Her final word carried a breathiness that had his blood rushing to his groin. His voice dropped to a raw growl more than a whisper. “What if I asked if I could kiss you?”Her eyes searched his as she whispered, “Yes.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but tonight… I just want to be a woman in your arms.”“One more night of you naked in my arms, and I may never be able to let you go.”“Then don’t.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

Ember,” he said, his voice husky. She liked the way he said her name, especially at that very moment. “Yes, Jack?” she answered; her own words sounded throaty and thick and full of longing. “This was a mistake.

She was beautiful.Her sinuous and light movements hypnotized and took away the breath of every person in the audience. Including mine.I could almost see her soul as she moved to the rhythm of music. It was brilliant and wonderful, but sad. Of a sadness that smelled of despair.She was the rain that fell slowly. Free. Wild. Unhappy. A tear that came unexpectedly from the sky.Pain in its true form.“Emma,” I whispered.

Timur." She whispered his name. Knowing she shouldn't. Unable to stop herself. She waited until his blue eyes lifted to hers. "You're not a psychopath, nor are you what your father tried to shape you into. You're...extraordinary.

Ashe couldn't help the way her heart beat faster. Danger. Why did she find herself running right toward it all the time? What was it about adrenaline that made her such an addict? She wanted to feel this way, exhilarated, alive and not quite safe. It was playing with fire, and she knew better.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.