Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
~ V.c. Andrews
I glared at Christian as the blood smeared around. “You could have at least licked it.”He smirked darkly. “I hear that all too often.
~ Dannika Dark
If girls could spit venom, it'd be through their eyes.
~ S.d. Lawendowski