From Rags

Here's something for you to remember; you might have been born into money, but you came out of a vagina the same as everyone else. Popping out of one that's rich doesn't make you anything but lucky, or susceptible to being stuck your own arse. Whichever.

Even bitches can get a break in life.

Like it or not, your business became mine the minute you let me inside your body.

I love you ... You're mine ... And you're not leaving me ever again... I really am so sick and tired of trying to live without you.

The good Lord had been having a very creative day when he made Connor McKenzie

For God's sake, Connor, will you leave my fucking belly button the fuck alone and either move up a fucking bit or down a fucking bit!

You are a slut, you're my slut.

Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!

You've never kicked him in the bollocks - that should speak volumes to you.

She was going to go to her room,munch on chocolate,then collapse into bed. And if her upstairs neighbors decided to talk about who the daddy was or cry again about how much David was loved,she'd go up there and give them somthing to really bloody cry about.

I’m not shouting at him, angel, I’m just helping him hear.

I'm sorry but it’s just so…wow. Aren't you even a little bit excited? I mean come on, Jaxxon, you've had enough celebs flirting with you like crazy and haven’t even blushed.” “Anna, they’re just people. Same as you and me. Just because I get to occasionally see them on the big platinum box in my apartment doesn't mean they deserve to be worshipped like gods. Granted, most of them have worked hard to get where they are but so do plenty of other people and just because their job doesn't get them on the big box doesn't mean they’re worth any less than anyone here, does it?

The man was a walking red button – push it and bad things happen.

It won’t work, you know,” said Jaxxon in a bored, flat tone. “Trying to make me feel small…It won’t work. I feel sorry for you if you have to put other people down to make yourself feel big.” Isla guffawed, but Jaxxon could tell that her directness had put Isla out of her comfort zone. “Sweetheart, if you’re such a sensitive person then fame really isn’t for you.” “Sensitive?” Jaxxon smiled. “No. You see the thing is, sweetheart, unless insults come from someone who I care about, I really couldn’t give a shit about their opinion. It’s the fact that you’re trying so hard to get at me that I don’t like. If you can’t handle frankness, then having a conversation with me really isn’t for you.” Merely

Anna, they’re just people. Same as you and me. Just because I get to occasionally see them on the big platinum box in my apartment doesn’t mean they deserve to be worshipped like gods. Granted, most of them have worked hard to get where they are, but so do plenty of other people. Just because their job doesn’t get them on the big box doesn’t mean they’re worth any less than anyone here, does it?

He was going to kill her for this. He’d fuck her first. But then he was going to kill her.

What? You thought that once we were done I was going to lay on the sofa in my pajamas blasting ‘All By Myself’ and cry my aching heart out?

So basically what you’re saying is that you want me as the face for this range of yours because I’m a bitch who doesn’t care that she’s one.” He grinned at her opinion of herself. “Even bitches can get a break in life

Here’s something for you all to jot down on your little pads: a crap upbringing doesn’t make someone weak, it makes them strong or how else they could get through it? I’ve never liked that people seem to think that anyone who’s been brought up in care are destined to lead a life of poverty and crime. It’s postcode lottery.

Sometimes it’s best to leave the past where it belongs. Behind you.