“If this goes badly and I make a crater, I want it named after me!”

“I know I’m one royal screw up, and god knows there’s nothing I could ever do to deserve you,” he began, taking my hand in his after sliding the ring free from the chain. “But I want you, Lucy Larson. Bad. I want you forever. The kind of bad I have for you isn’t the kind that goes away.” His forehead lined, his eyes washing silver. “Ease my suffering. Make me the happiest, most tortured man in the world. Marry me?”

“I didn't need to transform after all.My name is Harriet Manners and I am a geek.And maybe that's not so bad after all.”

“I want to meet and marry a girl with the same last name as me, so I can show how modern and feminist I am by taking on her last name after marriage.
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“My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what I want, but make me work for it.”

“I was like, 'Dude, make me look bad. Please. I want to look ugly. I want to wear orange pants.”