
I was going to fight to keep the elusive Horde King as my own. Every beauty needed a beast, and he was mine.

AMELIA: .....thank you for understanding that I have no perception of time when I pick a release date.

I can feel the draw, her body calling to mine as animals do in heat. I'd fuck her like an animal; raw, hot, and fucking hard.

Funny how growing up can change your opinion of being afraid of the dark and afraid of the bills.

You stole my car."
"Borrowed it I did, return it I will."
"Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back?

It may be between your legs, Pet, but make no mistake, this belongs to me. Understand?

You suck," I mumbled.
"No, Baby, you suck, and you do it very fucking well.

Who didn't like a good hug with a vagina?

I need no other man because my beautiful beast loves me. He is my equal, and mine. As I am his.

Remind your council that the sins of the fathers aren't that of the sons.

This was what the songs wrote about; with one kiss, I was helpless to pull away. With one kiss, I was a boneless mess, and with one kiss, I was his.

You come in all tall, dark, and deadly and my lady parts go all cuckoo for cocoa puffs and shit.

Revenge is not worth the lives you will change. Some things must be let go to move on,

She's my fucking anchor, and no one will take her from me again, not even to save this world.

Destiny doesn't ask you if you want it Syn, it just forces it into your lap and deal with it. -RYDER

Chain of command, Synthia. I say it. You do it. End of chain, am I clear?

I'm. Not. A. Victim!" I growled low and clearly pronounced each word. "No? Then what are you?" he asked, angered by my words. "I'm a survivor.

We take harm upon our own very harshly, and those who fuck with my family will get no mercy.

Keep lipping off, and I'll find a use for that tongue."
"Keep dreaming, man-whore.

I am not your anything.You can't just piss on my leg and say I'm yours.

maybe you just want her to play with your Lego parts, and tinker with your big blue balls? Just once?" I said.

Shit soup was being stirred and it was simmering now, and getting ready to be served with a side of crunchy crackers.

He was a soldier. He was a fucking veteran when it came to pillaging pussies.

You can't fight destiny - taunt it, yes, but to fight it will only consume you and, in the end, destiny always wins.

He's my drug of choice, and I don't think there's a rehab for it.

To my friends, and family: You all may be batsh*t crazy, but even if I got to choose, I'd still choose to be with you.