Piensa que soy más débil de lo que en realidad soy, lo cual debería irritarme. En lugar de eso, le miro casi con asombro, porque me esta tratando como a una dama y no como...

Je t’adore,” he muttered, thrusting against her backside.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you’re single among a room full of couples.

You can love someone you mistrust.

You can’t quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional...

Melting my heart with your smile,” he said.

The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn’t heartless. She was only aware of things...

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.