TJ Klune

We can’t leave it here,” she said. “He’ll be offended.”

“I’ll be honest. I’m already offended.”

Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love me?”

And he said, “Yes.”

Because I have never seen a wolf love another as much as he loved you.

I am here as your Alpha. And I have received a formal request from one of my Betas.

I thought of a boy with eyes of ice telling me that he loved me, that he didn’t want to leave again, but he had to, he had to, his Alpha was demanding it, and he would come back for me, Gordo, you have to believe I’ll come back for you. You are my mate, I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I’ll be your hands.”

“And I’ll be your sanity.”

Because you filled a hole in me I didn’t even know was there. You make me complete. You make me happy. I see you, Robbie. I see you.”

He couldn’t believe it was only Wednesday.
And it was made worse when he realized it was actually Tuesday.

I’d hate to think of what would happen if you were to blow your brains out. It’d hurt the resale value of the whole neighborhood.

Linus thought she could probably spin her head all the way around if she put her mind to it.

Linus didn’t even bother thanking him, suddenly feeling daringly vindictive. Why, he didn’t even say goodbye as he left the post office. It was positively scandalous.
“That’ll show him,” he said to himself as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. He almost turned around and went back inside to apologize, but somehow managed to stop himself.

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thi

No. That wasn’t what he was here for. He was here to observe and nothing more. He couldn’t influence the orphanage. It wouldn’t be proper. The RULES AND REGULATIONS were specific about such matters.