Of course I have a sly plan. I am a Merit, after all.
My first few weeks as a vampire had been inordinately busy. Like The Young and the Restless, but with slightly dead people.
Les heures passèrent. Même si la défense et la guerre n'avaient jamais été mon dada, la sécurité des vampires était hautement contextuelle et donc incroyablement intéressante. Il y avait des liens ave...
If you use the word ‘halt,’ I will hit you. Not halt, he breathlessly said. Upstairs. Now.
I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust—the perfumes of knowledge.
I slid Mallory a glance. He’s (Jeff) your test? He thinks anything with breasts looks good. Since you don’t qualify, that’s why I asked him over.
I reject the notion I am capable of doing anything 'not well' ~ Ethan
I managed to move a fallen angel off his target and sweet-talk a cop into giving me back my sword.
He wore a gray hoodie with the green Jakob’s Quest logo across the front. Dear God, I thought. The RG had a Jeff.
He was an imperialistic, self-righteous pain in the ass. But he was my pain in the ass, you know? And tonight, I won’t be with him. That definitely feels strange.
Friends in high places definitely helped- especially if you had enemies in even higher spots.
Ethan chuckled. It hasn’t escaped my attention, Sentinel, that you cringe every time I mention our future. I don’t cringe. I only cringe when you pretend-propose. He had a penchant for going down on b...
Are you ready for this, Sentinel?
And so, on a night in late May, I found myself standing on the lawn of a Hyde Park mansion of vampires, staring up at the stone-framed visage of a boy in Armani, an enemy who’d become an ally. Ironic,...
So as I shivered, naked and damp, in front of the bathroom mirror, I raised my eyes skyward. "I hope we're still okay."I got no answer, but then, I didn't really expect one. Answer or not, it didn't m...
You string some letters together, and you make a word. You string some words together, and you make a sentence, then a paragraph, then a chapter. Words have power.
You look ho-ot. Sure you don’t wanna drop this vampire business and join the Pack? We’ve got better . . . insurance.
Vamps are really only like ten percent fun at any given time. The other ninety percent is largely fretting. And bloodletting.
Things happen, he said. They happen, and we pick ourselves up, and we get back out there.
That guy, Lindsey said, is a douche. Asterisk, I hate him. Footnote, he can suck it.