I thought he should know the truth.”Some say that I’m a … well a …” I hated to say what others teased me mercilessly about… “A… slow learner.”He shrugged as if to indicate that it didn’t mean anything to him, but seemed anxious about what to say to console me. Finally, he reached out and...

You have a mother?”His mouth quirked with humor.”Yep, and a father too! Every kid normally has one of each to begin with.He was teasing me in an affectionate way…

Surely there was at least one other girl on campus not sporting a French pedicure (do girls really think we’re fooled by the little white lines painted across their toenails?), who had some black in her wardrobe, and actually thought about things. You know, someone who knew the word French could imply more than just...

Patti told me that to truly love someone ,you must hold them in a open hand.That was how I needed to love Kai. It was necessary to uncurl my fingers and let him go

Eternity,” I repeated, the words burning into my brain, so much so it felt we’d made some form of sacred and unbreakable bond.

The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.

Don’t write your future so grim. You will not die, Chloe. I will not let you die here in Alexander’s mad kingdom.” He moved her back, reaching down with one hand to gently wipe away her tears.

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 to go back to the life I had before, I would go freaking insane.

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. “What’s this?” he asked, raising a brow. “You’ll need it to sign my death certificate,” I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. “Are we done...

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

I want an answer about my request to transfer. Even now, my balls are shrinking in anticipation of going back out in the cold. I said I’d give my life protecting humanity, but my balls were never in the bargain.

Az érzés, ahogy az ajkuk ismét találkozott, felülírt minden addigi kétséget, hirtelen megértette a férfi szavainak a jelentőségét. Számára valóban furcsa volt a közöttük kialakult kapcsolat, gyorsnak érezte, hirtelennek, de az vitathatatlan volt, hogy Konstantin az, aki a világon mindenkinél jobban ismeri őt. Hosszú ideje jelen volt élete minden fontos eseményénél – még, ha ő...

Soon you’ll be wearing me,” he whispered for her ears only.

Or just one with a boner.

Holy shit! Can we say unstable? Was I the only sane one around here? Well, I guess that really wasn’t setting the standard very high.” -Ember, Darkness Of Light

It’s a little early in our relationship for us to be ‘surmounting,’ but, hey, I’m game if you are. I’ll even let you be on top.” He looked directly at me, a coy smile playing on his lips.

That definitely wouldn’t help your getting over me.

As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.

Weave the circle, tightly sewn,Let nothing evil or unknownEnter within. Stay withoutOn pain of death, we cast you out.

You wish for what’s called wooing. This customary game, where the man shows the woman that resistance is impractical, strikes me as quite pointless.

I fell back into my favorite chair and tucked my hands between my knees to stop them from shaking. I sucked in a deep breath, held it, and marveled at my own transformation into a ridiculous ninny.

Nathaniel Strider could never love. He’s obviously discovered early on that girls’ hearts were vulnerable and all a lad needed was a penetrating gaze and a disarming smile and the world was at his feet.

It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I’d done, so much I’d yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become.But at least I knew who I was.

The wolves wait for you, little lamb.

Taking advantage of me in my sleep, archangel?” –Gin

Misery, thy name is Mudslide

I shook my head, smiling in spite of myself, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Adrian. My husband. If anyone had told me a year ago that I’d be married, I would’ve said they were joking. If they’d told me I’d be married to a vampire, I would’ve said they were delusional. Looking...

Some people say Earth is the bottom level of Purgatory.’ She pointed toward the floor and frowned.’I call it the top floor of Hell.

They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?

His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.

I do so love the art of severing boundaries

The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.

His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.

God bless you butterfly, because now I’m claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind

Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility.

Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.

Have you ever seen the light…the way it shines in you.

Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.

Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he’s giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.

I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.

He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.

Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.

Wounds may heal, but the scars remain.

In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.

Even if I never get to see the light of heaven, it will still be worth my sacrifice as long as I save you.

I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he’s harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the

He should always wear jeans because they make him look hotter than a nebula. Black suits him too. It hugs to his muscular vales and swells, turning temptation into sexy man therapy.

I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.