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1 " Just tell me the truth. I can take it, OK? I promise, I can. I will listen. I will be calm. I will let you make your case and you have to let me make mine. But if you still want to walk away from me when all that’s said and done, I’ll let you go. And I won’t be mad, or sad, or hold it against you. Because you’re the kind of prince who gives his princess the stars and then types up an instruction manual just to make sure she gets every ounce of joy out of it she can. "
― J.A. Huss , Five (Mister, #6)
2 " And I can’t come, can I?” I shake my head. “No, Princess. You can’t come. It’s the kind of place you can’t walk away from once you’re there.” A tear slides down her cheek. But she wipes it away and draws in some courage with her next deep breath. “OK,” she says. “But I’d like to go on record that I come from a family of badass bitches. "
3 " My whole face heats up as I turn beet red. “Oh, sister. You should’ve come to me! I could’ve seriously helped you out in that department.” “No, thank you,” I say. “I’m so not taking sex advice from the girl who lets men stick it in her butt. "
4 " You’re fine, Aurora,” Frank says. “Just take my hand, follow me, and do as you’re told.” I scrunch up my face at that remark. And the way he calls me Aurora. I hate being called Aurora and anyone who knows me understands that. The Bombshell in me wants to come out. The white-trash biker-bitch farm girl is about to give him a piece of my mind when Kallie whisper-yells, “Aurora, we’re waiting for you. "
5 " You can read it first, you can read it last. It doesn't really matter because it's fucking Five. PART ONE "
6 " He’s very aware that everyone has stopped what they’re doing to watch us argue. So he backs away, shaking his head, and then turns on his heel and disappears into a crowd. Good riddance. Now everyone is staring at me. “What?” I ask the crowd of lookers. “You’ve never seen a girl be a bitch before?” They avert their eyes and pretend to resume what they were doing. "
7 " My family was here for the annual Fourth of July party. Everyone was here. Even my oldest sister, Sasha, came. And that crazy motherfucker Merc. And insane Uncle James. How did Rory grow up so innocent and sweet when all the family assassins dropped by for the holidays on a regular basis? I mean, I figured that shit out pretty early. "
8 " Plus, I find your family interesting. I think Christmas at the Shrike house is something I’d like to participate in.” “I think my father would beat the living shit out of you if he was here right now. "