Quotes by Jazz Feylynn

Real women dont love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.

Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that Im not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterflys.

Miranda Writes: Anything you say or do may be used for or against you within a story by a writer

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

A spiritual journey is becoming what one has always meant to be-come and always was. One with Gods Spirit.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around their twisting tongue. If a tongue twisters tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twisters tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, Im Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I dont think theres a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isnt about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolfs wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.

No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.

Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.

Keeping her in her roots of greenness.