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“He stares at me, his eyes focused and brow furrowed as he absorbs what I said, his lips pouting. It’s his Editing Expression, and when it clears, he shakes his head and says, “No.”
I laugh, surprised. “What?”
He straightens, steps in close. “I said, no.”
“Charlie. What’s that even mean?”
“It means,” he says, eyes glinting, “you’ll have to do better than that.”
I smile despite myself, hope thrashing around in my belly like a very determined baby bird with a broken wing.
“I’ll expect notes by Friday,” he says.”
Source: Book Lovers
“He stares at me in blankly. “Are you accusing me of not caring for your sister?” he asks.
“If I truly believed you didn’t care for Taryn, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
He gives a long sigh. “Because you’d murder me?”
“If you’re playing with Taryn, Madoc will murder you; I won’t even get a chance.”
I sheath my knife and head toward the door.
“Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder,” Locke calls after me.
“We would be surprised to find that,” I call back.”
Source: The Wicked King
“He stares at me in disbelief. 'You know what? We're not fighting tonight. Not if you want to learn how to shield.'
'Fine. We're not fighting. Teach me.' I tilt my chin. Gods, I barely reach his collarbone.
'Ask me nicely.' He leans closer.
'Have you always been this tall?' I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
'No, I was a a child at some point.'
I roll my eyes.
'Ask me nicely, Violence,' he whispers. 'Or I'm gone.'
...
'Right then. All right. Will you teach me to shield?'
A smile curves his mouth, and my gaze drops to his lips. 'Say please.'
'Are you always this difficult?'
'Only when I know I have something you need. What can I say, I like making you squirm. It's like a sweet little slice of payback for what you've put me through these last couple of months.' He brushes the snow off my hair.
'What I've put you through?' Unbelieveable.
'You've scared me nearly to death once or twice, so I think saying please is a fair request.'
Like he's ever played fair a day in his life. I take a deep breath, and swat at a snowflake that lands on my nose. 'As you prefer. Xaden?' I smile sweetly up at him and inch a little closer. 'Would you pretty, pretty please teach me how to shield before I accidentally climb you like a tree and we both wake up with regrets?'
'Oh, I'm firmly in control of my faculties.' He smiles again, and I feel it like a caress.
Dangerous. This is so damn dangerous.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.”
“He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.”
Source: Alone in Paris
“He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.”
“He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter.”
“He stares blankly, then leaves the room like a ghost—never truly here. I gaze at the doorway. I do not know if he means for me to follow him. It’s a choice then.
And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It’s not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.”
Source: Jane Unwrapped
“He stares into the flames that devour his beloved, hoping that they will curl into a spinning fireball from which she will speak. Or even that her voice will whistle from what is left of Patroclus' lips. Nothing. She has never failed him before. Has she turned from him forever for his disobedience and sacrilege? Is he eternally alone? Terror swiftly transmutes into fury, and he rises from his crouch, hands curled, ready to throttle the old man whose son has been the cause of his lover's death and now his mother's abandonment. He takes a step forward. Priam does not move, stooped under his impossible, invisible burden. Achilles does not advance further. His hands slowly relax. Though there are no words in his head, in an inarticulable moment he sees the old man's grief as one with his own.”
Source: The Rage of Achilles
“He stares wide eyed as I finish. “I have never heard of such magick.”
“He started down the slope towards it, dressed in the blood of his enemy.”
Source: Cabal
“He started for the door, thinking of crimson velvet and burning eyes- and a woman's face swam into view.
Ah. A quarry. A victim of his plots and of his villainy.
He diverted his course, intercepting the woman. She was on the arm of an older man, her father.
Val swept her an abrupt bow. "Miss Royle. Sir."
Hippolyta Royle was the only daughter of Sir George Royle, who had gone to the East Indies to make his fortune and had done quite a good job indeed. The result was that Miss Royle had a dowry with few rivals in England.
"Your Grace." The lady's face, oval and proud and naturally olive-complexioned, paled at the sight of him.
Actually, he was rather used to that sort of reaction to his sudden appearance.
Blackmailer, and all.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, peering over her knuckles. Her fingers were trembling. "Might I have the pleasure of this next dance, Miss Royle?"
Oh, she wanted to deny him, he could tell. Her full berry-red lips were pressed together, her dark brows gathered. The lady did not look entirely happy.
A state of affairs that didn't escape her father. "My dear?"
She patted the elderly man's hand. "It's nothing, Papa. It's just so hot in here."
"Then perhaps if we venture close to the windows-"
"Oh, but I insist on a turn on the floor," Val purred, his pulse racing, his nostrils flared. If she darted for cover he'd spring and sink his teeth into her. She was prey- his prey, and he'd not let her go. She was a prize and he'd parade her before all.”
Source: Duke of Sin
“He started hammering the ground with all his might and the sky opened up, raining heavily on him. He looked at the sky, heard that thunder and saw that lightning. He laughed maniacally before raising the hammer again.”
“He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.”
Source: Valis
“He started pushing to make birdies and you don't do that when you're down.”
“He started reading. He jumped from volume to volume, understanding only part of what he was reading, but understanding enough to follow another lead and then another. It was exactly like following hyperlinks, only slower, and with more lifting.”
Source: Gone
“he started to come closer,
and i said… don’t. just stay. me here. you there.
he said… so you don’t want to know me.
i said…
no, i do. let me know you. me here. you there.
not because i don’t want to know you,
but, so i can know you as you are.
so beautifully untouched by anything you think
you need to make yourself to be for me.
please. just be.
let me love you as you are.”
“He started to dance. And all at once, because Cole was dancing, I was dancing. And this Cole was even more persuasive than the last one. This was everything about Cole's smile made into a real thing, a physical object made out of his hands looped around me, and his long body pushed up against mine. I loved to dance, but I'd always been aware that I was dancing, aware of what my body was doing. Now, with this music thumping and Cole dancing with me, everything became invisible but the music. I was invisible. My hips were the booming bass. My hands on Cole were the wails of the synthesizer. My body was nothing but the hard, pulsing beat of the track.
My thoughts were flashes in between the downbeats.
beat:
my hand pressed on Cole's stomach
beat:
our hips crushed together
beat:
Cole's laugh
beat:
we were one person
Even knowing that Cole was good at this because it was what he did didn't make it any less of an amazing thing. Plus, he wasn't trying to be amazing without me--every move of his body was to make us move together. There was no ego, just the music and our bodies.
When the track ended, Cole stepped back, out of breath, half a smile on his face. I couldn't see how he could stop. I wanted to dance until I couldn't stand up. I wanted to crush our bodies against each other until there was no pulling them apart.
"You're an addiction," I told him.
"You should know.”
Source: Forever
“He started to draw. He drew from memory. He had a good memory, something which, all things considered, was far from a blessing.
The pencils moved quickly across the paper, scratching back and forth in deepening shades of grey. He leaned low over the paper, concentrating all his energy on his work.
The candles flickered and dripped wax, having nothing better to do.
Eventually he lifted his head and looked at his creation. The face of a young woman stared back at him from the paper, a slight smile playing on her lips. She looked as if she was about to say something, and that once she had you would laugh. She looked happy.
Seven stared at the picture, his strange eyes unreadable – eyes that, now he made no effort to mask them, were from edge to edge only the deep blue of the dead ocean.
He swallowed hard, as if he was trying to imbibe something foul tasting but necessary, like a child sipping medicine, and pulled another sheet of paper from his desk.”
Source: The Fairy's Tale
“He started to estrange her...
And they became strangers
Who knew each other's heart,
So broken as they drifted apart.”
Source: Pierrot & Columbine
“He started to explain his position, trying to get me to engage. I secretly shut my heart to him completely. I forgot that this hurts only me.”
Source: Dusk, Night, Dawn: On Revival and Courage
“He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.”
Source: Blackbird House
“He started to look back, but he knew better. That fool always got eaten in the movies. And Nick didn't want to be on anyone's menu.”
Source: Illusion
“He started to move on, but I held his arm tightly. "Wait, wait. I don't think I understand you. What do you mean, they eliminate species?"
"They eliminate them. They will make Earth as much like the Yeerk home world as possible. They will destroy most of the plants and all of the animal species except those they eat."
I let go of his arm. I rocked back and grabbed at the air for balance. I felt like I'd been hit by a far. "No," I whispered. "That can't be. You're just saying that because you don't like Yeerks."
The others were staring. No one was moving.
Ax looked around at us. His eyes narrowed. "Don't you know? Don't you know whom you're fighting?"
"We know they take over people's minds," Rachel said weakly.
"Yes. And that is one of their great crimes. But the Yeerks are more than that. Yeerks are killers of worlds. Murderers of all life. Hated and feared throughout the galaxy. They are a plague that spreads from world to world, leaving nothing but desolation and slavery and misery in their wake."
-Animorphs #4, The Visitor page 64”
“He started to say, “I have a lot of work—” just as Izzy
walked in the front door, and his mouth fell open. Her hair
had been swept up on one side, pinned back by a pink flower.
Nothing too big. Just the right size to look kind of sexy. His
gaze skimmed down over a pink sparkly dress that stopped
mid-thigh—and she had the legs for it. Now, not only was he
dealing with the fact that she wasn’t a kid anymore, he was
seeing her as a gorgeous, sexy woman. It was as if someone
had waved a magic wand and she’d changed overnight.”
“He started to sing as he tackled the thing. That couldn't be done, and he did it.”
Source: The Path to Home ; When Day is Done
“He started to sing, to everyone's surprise: "Silence the music to improve the tune / Stop the fake smiles and howl at the moon".”
Source: The Midnight Library
“He started to smile. “Are you waving the white flag?” “Not so fast. I’m saying we can take things slow. See if it blows up in our faces. I ’m not saying declare eternal love for each other while I fall back with my legs open.”
Source: One Foot in the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel
“He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap. "Ah," he said. "Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please." "What?" "Turn around, Claire. It's a secure password!" "You have GOT to be kidding." "Why ever would I joke about that? Please turn.”
Source: Ghost Town
“He started to wonder if maybe they had been raptured while he was in school. He always worried the Lord would show up when he wasn't around. Or when he was on the toilet, taking care of a number two.”
Source: Husk
“He started touching me. 'How old are you?' He ran his hands over my nose, my mouth, my eyes. I was paralysed. 'Nine. What about you?' 'Nine.' 'When's your birthday?' 'The twelfth of September. And yours?' 'The Twentieth of November.' 'What's your name?' 'Michele. Michele Amitrano. What year are you in at school?' 'The fourth. What about you?' 'The fourth.' 'Same.' 'Same' 'I'm thirsty.' I gave him the bottle”
Source: I'm Not Scared
“He started with his shirt. Inside he was laughing at himself as he undid each button. Chris Welsh, male stripper. But the look in her eyes made him feel like the most potent, desired man on the planet.”
Source: Midnight
“He starts towards the door and then hesitates. He turns back around. "Rahul. Whether you place first or fifth or thirty-fifth or two thousand and fifth..." He pauses, and he looks me right in the eye. "And no matter who you are. Your mom and I will always love you.”
Source: The Best at It
“He starts walking again toward the school. Part of me wants to ask more but for once I keep my mouth shut. There's safety in silence. Say nothing and you can't say anything wrong.”
Source: I Want Superpowers
“He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere”
Source: The Time of Our Singing
“He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.”
Source: Vengeance Road
“He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.”
“He stayed under the fluorescent street light until the sounds of traffic and nightlife faded into silence, and only then did he look up into the night sky, the way he usually did when he was looking for answers.”
Source: The Light that Binds Us
“He steals dreams from her dead eyes every night and pens them down into his diary with his tears.”
“He steals your knees, not because he needs you, but because he feeds off of your fears.”
“He steeples his long fingers. “Someday, I will ask your king for a favor.”
“You want me to agree to something without even knowing what it is?” I blurt out.
His stoic face gives little away. “Now we understand each other exactly.”
I nod. What choice do I have? “Something of equal value,” I clarify. “And within our power.”
“This has been a most interesting meeting,” Lord Roiben says with a small, inscrutable smile.
As I stand to leave, Kaye winks an inkdrop eye at me. “Luck, mortal.”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“He stepped around me until he and Kale were nose to nose.
Even though I knew it was the remnants of the storm, I could almost imagine the lightning overhead as sparks rising from the shoulders of each boy.
Clashing Titans ready to fight to the death.”
Source: Toxic
“He stepped around the island and toward the cabinet, which would have been way too high over her head for her to reach anything anyway. It was a dumb place to put everyday glassware in his opinion. She moved in the same direction he did, and they crashed against each other hard enough to knock his breath out of him with an oomph.
He reached out to steady her.
"I'm sorr---" Becca never quite finished the word. Her eyes went soft as they gazed into his, and Tuck found his hands were no longer safely on her arms but now down holding on to her hips. Those round, beautiful hips he'd held on to for dear life while plunging into her in the hotel.
Tuck swallowed hard and found it hard to breathe. The situation only got worse when she took a single step closer, putting her dangerously near the rising erection in his jeans. He drew in a deep breath, which filled him against with her scent. It was all too much.
There was no fighting this attraction. Tuck dipped his head low and claimed Becca's mouth with his own.”
Source: One Night with a Cowboy
“He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.”
Source: Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection
“He stepped back. Like he was stepping out of a deal, not a relationship. And maybe that’s all it ever was to him. Terms and conditions. Performance and payoff.”
“He stepped back, looked up. Cut into the stone above his head were the words RUE MARAT.
For a moment he had the urge to turn back around the corner, climb the stairs, shout to the servants not to bother unpacking, they’d be returning to Arcis in the morning. He looked up to the lighted windows above his head. If I go up there, he thought, I’ll never be free again. If I go up there I commit myself to Max, to joining with him to finish Hébert, and perhaps to governing with him. I commit myself to fishing Fabre out of trouble—though God alone knows how that’s to be managed. I put myself once more under the threat of assassination; I recommence the blood feuds, the denunciations. His face hardened. You can’t stand in the street calling into question the last five years of your life, just because they’ve changed the street name; you can’t let it alter the future. No, he thought—and he saw it clearly, for the first time—it’s an illusion, about quitting, about going back to Arcis to farm. I’ve been lying to Louise: once in, never out.”
Source: A Place of Greater Safety
“He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need to be more careful,” he growled. “Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.” I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, “The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.” “I have no doubt about it.” His voice was more satisfied then contrite.”
Source: Iron Kissed
“He stepped closer to her. "Thank you for saving me," he said softly, and wrapped the bones of his arms around her. Valkyrie smiled and hugged him back.”
“He stepped colser. Looked deep into my eyes. Hesitated a millisecond, and then dove in. "I think I'm falling in love with you." Oh. No. "Cole--" "I know how you feel. About me. About him. I just wanted you to know-we could be good together. We could have a life. Kids. Vacations. On Sunday mornings I could serve you breakfast in bed." He gave me his I-know-you-find-me-irrestible grin. "And then I could make you something to eat.”
“He stepped down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, yet he saw her as one sees the sun, without looking.”