Fighting Destiny

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

I’ll be strong for you Syn, if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one, I’ll be your glue if you want to crumble, I’ll hold you together,”.

Thanks for that by the way, not bad for a fucking Fairy—” I laughed—“get it? Fucking Fairy?” I snorted and closed my eyes. “I get it,” he growled,

Love is more than just feeling something Syn, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone, it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive.

You ordered me here,” I said finally breaking the silence. “I did,” Ryder said with his lopsided grin that looked more dangerous than friendly. “I’m here,” I mumbled. “You are.” "..." “Okay, we gonna measure dicks all day Ryder, or are we gonna sign a contract?” I snapped. “You don’t have a dick Syn, I would have noticed,” Ryder’s smile lifted roguishly.

I go in on your arm and we separate. To make me look unavailable, since Vlad likes what he can’t have, I play dumb blonde and make myself sexy.” I glared as Adam barked with laughter at my words.“No going off of the plan, when he takes you in the back room—and he will, you work the information out of him without blowing your cover, or him.” I shot the glare to Ryder. “I have no intention of bobbing on Vlad’s knob. Or yours.” I tossed into remove the wide smirk my response had given him and it worked.

I scanned through another section finding yet another thing I wasn't about to let happen. “You want to pick my clothes? What the hell is wrong with my clothes?” His eyes took in my sleeveless top and sank lower as if he was sneering with disdain at my jeans. They were jeans for monkey butt’s sake! “I have a certain reputation Synthia. I won’t have it smeared with being shadowed by a child who wears the clothes of an immature teenager.” “I’m wearing jeans, half the country wears them!

So help me, if you turned me into a fucking Vampire, I'll bite your dick off!

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

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

I'll be strong for you, Syn …if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I'll be your glue if you want to crumble. I'll hold you together," he said, lifting his eyes and meeting mine. "And what if you're what's making me crumble, Ryder? What then?" His lips lifted into his sexy smirk. "Then I'll put you back together. I will never tear you down, Syn. I will always protect you from anything and everything that would.

A few things go through your mind when you do something stupid. Like, oh hell this was stupid, along with that moment of perfect clarity that this might be the last stupid thing you ever do.

Love is more than just feeling something, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone—it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive. Eventually, it turns you bitter and cynical.

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

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.

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.

Love is more than just feeling something Syn, it's the connecetion of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone, its showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive. Eventually, it turns you bitter and cynical. -RYDER

Destiny doesn’t ask you if you want it, Syn; it just forces it into your lap, and you deal with it.

I'll be strong for you Syn, if you need it. You don't always have to be the strong one, I'll be your glue if you want to crumble, I'll hold you together. RYDER

He settled on the bed with his back propped up—every inch the predator, he was.

I watched his nostrils flare as the glow became more apparent, and he allowed me to see the full fire that I’d created in him. “No panties?” he questioned through a guttural tone.

I'll be strong for you, Syn…if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I'll be your glue if you want to crumble. I'll hold you together," he said, lifting his eyes and meeting mine.

Glorious mind fuck, she’s addictive. It makes my mind go to places that it hasn’t even fathomed before. She denies me while denying herself. She’s growing weak. I can feel, as she trembles against me, her walls coming down slowly, even as she struggles to keep them up. The scent of her need makes me want to pull back the delicate petals of her flower and devour it, consume it, fuck it.

I’ll be strong for you, Syn…if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I’ll be your glue if you want to crumble. I’ll hold you together,

I don’t make excuses for what I am, or what I do. I play hard. I love hard, and I fuck even harder, Syn. I am what I am. So if you play games with me, keep in mind, I will be more than happy playing them with you—and I always win,” he growled huskily

You’re looking at me like I’m a freaking Scooby Snack.

Until then, I plan to make her mine in body and soul.