Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"I love you, and I don't care who you love. I don't care if I'm not in your heart, but you can only be mine."

What's this about wanting the soul but not the body, or the body but not the soul? He wants both.

If he had to choose just one, there's no doubt, it would have to be the body.

With the body, having the person by your side, constant as the tides, time grinding away bit by bit, sooner or later, I'll make you mine.

Tyrone was unlike anyone else, unlike anyone Quintessa had ever met. She didn't know how to describe Tyrone.

Sometimes he was like a child, other times a troublemaker, and yet, he could also take on the world for her. She had hated him, used him, and now... she didn't know what she felt for him. Quintessa had always held her defenses tight, fully aware of her situation, knowing what she had to do, and understanding what would come after everything was done.

She knew she wasn't heading for a good end...

she deserved to love or

felt a tumult of emotions. If only she were just a regular office worker, just an ordinary girl, how wonderful

in Quintessa's eyes,

her. She almost wanted to say: forget it, if you don't know how to answer, then

thought about Alexander, Jonathan, and Snow. Damn

hands clutched at the fabric of her clothes, palms sweaty, her

her own heart clearly, but she couldn't. It felt like her heart wasn't there

betrayed unspeakable fear, her lips quivering, "I... I don't know.

that instant. Her world skipped over adolescence entirely, maturing in an instant amidst her mother's

others to love me, and I don't need to love others. I must become. strong, I must seek vengeance, I must become

was so insignificant, so small, easily crushed by

not to have friends, fearing a slight mistake