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Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it.

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Ukiah
California
Christine King
Right
Way
Never
Betrayal
Handle
Accept
Accepting
Easy

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Stay out of my mind. You certainly weren't invited.' Her hands went to her hips. 'And just for the record, your mind needs to be washed out with soap! Half the things you think we're going to do are never going to happen. I could never look at you again.
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If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
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He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.
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You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.
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They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.
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-Mikhail?...Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners. -You will not find it. -Why am I not surprised?
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I killed Freddie the vamp like twenty times, but he wouldn't die. --Natalya Shonski
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It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.
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Trust. Such an easy word. Such an impossible quality.
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Don't cater to stupidity.
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And of course I'm a chauvinist, but it isn't my fault. It isn't? No, Jack was born first and I share his genes. I can't help it if he infected me inside the womb. Briony burst out laughing. I should have known that would be your excuse.
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I want you forever, Kate. I want to grow old and have you here in my arms. I want children. I've wanted you for so long. I don't think that's about to change.
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You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.
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Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.
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Why do I have to do this? Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model, Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with, Gator rumbled. Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
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We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?
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He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship as well. She hadn’t expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn’t want to lose her either.
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I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.
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I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
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I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.
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