These were the things we would never notice were missing.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes

When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.

Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.

I went outside and discovered that nighttime is for lovers.

I’ve never wanted a heart as much as I want yours.

My werewolf … my second skin …When the moon is on the rise,I go naked into night.I am never dressed to kill.

For a moment, I’m captivated. He’s seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.

His voice was like ice, cold and unforgiving, which was like hearing a different Draven altogether. Here he wasn’t my Draven, soft and gentle. NO, here he was the Master, here he was the one...

Pretty doll,” rasped the dark haired vampire as he went about behind her, and she could feel his ravenous hunger practically radiating off him.

Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I’m just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can’t help but hope that me being different...

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.

We see even the flames.

An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.

Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.

The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn’t only be dangerous.They would be irresistible.

Of all the problems and complications in my life, I had not expected love to be one of them.

Am I Dead?”Had she fallen to her doom and this was all an elaborate fantasy? Was this the place between life and death? Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran towards the man...

I want to be your last thought at night, and your first taste at dawn.

Every night when I watch you sleep, I breathe you in. Every time I make you smile, my heart beats a tad bit faster. You are the blood flowing through my veins. If I had...

You are so beautiful, I could eat you,” he said.And it was true. Her smile was as intoxicating as the wine.And he could eat her.

Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.

I’m not giving up my life. My life began when I met you.

One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.

I’m standing here on a deserted road on a cold night, wondering how something so beautiful could go so incredibly wrong. My name is Christian Castro and this is the story of how I lost...