science-fiction-romance

Above her like this, he was a warrior god, hot and hard, demanding complete submission.

I told you I have both male and female organs.""You didn't say they were all fully functional!" Belle stared at the rapidly disappearing bulge."Damn girl, how'd you get so lucky? Shit!

I wouldn__ change a thing. I want you. I__l always want you.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

Most of the girls I've met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I've dated; I'm seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.

You see death is a tool to degrade and destroy people, I see it as a life lesson that I use to empower myself and I remind myself that the dead are still alive. However, only the ones who are good, not evil pieces of shit like you will enjoy peace of mind

It__ degrading being routinely subjected to a battery of medical tests to ensure I continue to deserve a place in this new world.

No offense, doll, but that__ not something I__ willing to share. I__ prefer to live a long and happy life if it__ all the same to you.___ou can__ just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing else!___ee, that__ the good thing about being a fugitive like me. I can do what the hell I like, and I__ not answerable to anyone._ Stepping away from the bars, he stands with his legs stretched out wide. His stance matches his grin.__ure looks like that__ working out well for you,_ I say, piercing him with a scornful look.

I remember how amazing it felt to be loved my him and how he was all I ever wanted.

We've all changed; shaped by circumstances we've been thrust into, molded by the choices we've made.

This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny and now I need to embrace that.

Remembering the good has also resurrected the bad.

No matter how many times I've thought that the worst is behind us, something else always happens to remind me that the worst is yet to come.

Part of me can't understand how Mom could do this. But there's that other part of me that can readily relate. Because I feel a pull in two different directions too.

I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.

Sorry has got to be the most over-used cliched get-out clause in the history of mankind. Tossed out flippantly without any real meaning or substance.

And the way it felt?" I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I'm about to deal. "Is that how you were feeling - how you feel - about me?" A breeze comes off the ocean, and my skin feels strangely empty and open as he gives an almost imperceptible nod.

I like who I am when I'm with her. And I hope that she feels the same way. If she doesn't, we shouldn't be together, no matter how I feel about it.