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320c56a
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She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.
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fate
world
friendship
love
otp
saving-the-world
forget
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Rick Riordan |
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3abc1af
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"Hiding here, are you? That's awkward." "Why?" "Because I had intended to hide here myself." "You may hide here with me, if you wish."
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gabriel-lightwood
otp
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Cassandra Clare |
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b3d26e0
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"Oh, look, the lights are so pretty," I said dreamily, having just noticed them. I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow and blue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and see what's going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off a hot car hood. "Fang?" "Yeah. I'm here." I struggled to focus on him. "I'm so glad you're here." "Yeah, I got that." "I don't know what I'd do without you." I peered up at him, trying to see past the too-bright lights. "You'd be fine," he muttered. "No," I said, suddenly struck by how unfine I would be. "I would be totally unfine. Totally." It seemed very urgent that he understand this. Again I felt some tugging on my arm, and I really wondered what that was about. Was Ella's mom going to start this procedure any time soon? "It's okay. Just relax." He sounded stiff and nervous. "Just...relax. Don't try to talk." "I don't want my chip anymore," I explained groggily, then frowned. "Actually, I never wanted that chip." "Okay," said Fang. "We're taking it out." "I just want you to hold my hand." "I am holding your hand." "Oh. I knew that." I drifted off for a few minutes, barely aware of anything, but feeling Fang's hand still in mine. "Do you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere?" I roused myself to ask, every word an effort. "Um, no," said Ella's voice, somewhere behind my head. "I think I would like a La-Z-Boy," I mused, letting my eyes drift shut again. "Fang, don't go anywhere." "I won't. I'm here." "Okay. I need you here. Don't leave me." "I won't." "Fang, Fang, Fang," I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you. I love you sooo much." I tried to hold out my arms to show how much, but I couldn't move them. "Oh, jeez," Fang said, sounding strangled."
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comfort
friends
friendship
love
dizziness
don-t-go
operation
saying-i-love-you
holding-hands
procedure
together
otp
i-love-you
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James Patterson |
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73554b0
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"I was breathless, talking as fast as I could. I was afraid if I stopped talking, even for a second, I'd start sobbing again. "Whoa, there." Fang smiled and reached up, tracing a hand down the side of my face, winding strands of my hair around his fingers. "Stop talking and let me just tell you how great it is to wake up staring at your face. Okay?"
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love
otp
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James Patterson |
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6c1ec56
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"He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm. You smell so good." "Oh, yeah," I said, smirking. "I call this new perfume 'Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.' " "Dirt and sweat. Very sexy."
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humor
love
qué-romántico
otp
lol
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James Patterson |
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ff48372
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Max. God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman's hair, or pushing something closer to Iggy's hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge's mane of hair. Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang. He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff, snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that it took his breath away. Max punching someone's lights out, her face like stone. Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne's front porch. Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side. Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang's butt. Just now, her mouth soft under his. He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so he could hear her breathing. It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.
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jealousy
love
needing
otpotptoptop-i-just-can-t
wings-and-flying
fang
friendship-and-love
max
missing
otp
need
remembering
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James Patterson |
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0b1f52e
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"Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about--us." He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun. While carefully synchronizing our wings--they almost touched--Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely, utterly trusted. When we finally broke apart, we looked down at the others, who were way far below us now. Angel was shading her eyes, looking up at us with a big smile. She was sitting on a dolphin's back, and I hoped soon someone would explain to the dolphin that he shouldn't let Angel take advantage of his good nature. Still looking up at us, Angel gave us a big thumbs-up. "She approves," Fang said with a hint of amusement. "Jeez," I wondered aloud. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
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kissing
kiss
heaven
trust
friendship
happiness
love
i-approve-too
shipping
dolphin
flying
couple
sun
smile
wings
otp
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James Patterson |
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dfcecdc
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"He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. "You're . . . ," he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. "Such a pain," he concluded. "What?" I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang's hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang's arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. "I, uh--," I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket." --
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jealousy
pain
kiss
feelings
funny
friendship
love
brb-dying
pals
holding-hands
confusion
best-friends
weird
wings
otp
lol
night
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James Patterson |
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4192fe6
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"Max, you can change your mind." His voice was like autumn leaves dropping lightly onto the ground. "I don't know how." Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back with the oth- Fang's hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. "What the heck are you doing?" "Helping you change your mind," he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me."
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kissing
kiss
love
change-your-mind
omgomgomgomgomg
oh-my-god
otp
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James Patterson |
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90c6816
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Alice might end up neither good nor bad. She might end up somewhere in between. That would make her very dangerous to know. That girl could be the bane of your life, a blight, a poison on everything you do. Or she might turn out to be the best and strongest friend you'll ever have. Someone who'll make all the difference in the world. I just don't know which way it will go. I can't see it, no matter how hard I try.
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pain
love
forshadowing
tom-x-alice
wardstone-chronicles
otp
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Joseph Delaney |
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e4e55bc
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"Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love."
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true-love
love
dash-and-lily
twelve-days-of-christmas
otp
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Rachel Cohn |
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689ff0a
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"I'm getting dissed way too much lately." "Probably because you date defense attorneys who think a good wardrobe makes up for that lack-of-brains thing." "I turned on my chair. "Oh, you know her?" "No, I've heard half the mean in the twelfth ward to, though" "Hiss," I said. "Meow." She gave me a rueful smile as she lit another cigarette. "Cat's got to have claws to make it a fight. What I hear, all she's got is a nice briefcase, great hair, and tits she's still making monthly payments on." Her smile widened and she crinkled her face at me. "Okay, pooky?" "How's Someone?" I said. Her smile faded and she reached into her bag. "Let's get back to David Wetterau and Karen-" "I hear his name's Trey," I said. "You're dating a guy named Trey, Ange." "How'd you-" "We're detectives, remember? Same way you know I was dating Vanessa." "Vanessa," she said as if her mouth were filled with onions. "Trey," I said. "Shut up." She fumbles with her bag. I drank some Beck's. "You're questioning my street cred and you're sleeping with a guy named Trey." "I don't sleep with him anymore." "Well, I don't sleep with her anymore." "Congratulations." "Back at you." There was a dead silence between us for a minute as Angie pulled several sheets of thermal fax paper from her bag and smoothed them on the bar. I drank some more Beck's, fingered the cardboard coaster, felt a grin fighting to break across my face. I glanced at Angie, The corners of her mouth twitched, too. "Don't look at me," she said. "Why not?" "I'm telling you-" She lost the battle and closed her eyes as the smile broke across her ceeks. Mine followed about a half second later. "I don't know why I'm smiling," Angie said. "Me, either." "Prick." "Bitch." She laughed and turned on her chair, drink in hand. "Miss me?" Like you can't imagine. "Not a bit," I said."
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squee
otp
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Dennis Lehane |