Soft light ate away at the darkness and revealed a rather large room outfitted with a small kitchen, an antique-looking couch, and a… a bed. Nervously, I turned away and folded my arms. The place remi...
She opened her eyes. "Is this real?""Very real." I brushed the soaked strands off her cheek, wondering if I was lying or not and if I should care if I was. "Angel, let me kiss you.
Your mail could've waited. Daemon followed me into the kitchen. What is it? Just books?Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.
You're kind of dirty, Kitten.I blinked. Deny. Deny. Deny. What did you say?
You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to freak out a few humans.(Andrew)I’m not sure if I should be offended by that or not, Kat mumbled.He winked. You’re not too human anymore.
You grew up too fast, baby.Didn't always feel that way, especially this morning when I couldn't find my other flip-flop and I'd been, like, two seconds from kicking a fit.
Yes? Came the thin and reedy voice.I winced as I pushed the door open. Beth sounded terrible. And when I got an eyeful of her, she looked just as bad. Sitting up against the headboard with a mountain...
What are you still doing up? I twisted around, spotting Hayden in the doorway. Watching the… uh, I turned back, frowning at the screen, the… way tigers mate. I sighed. Damn you, Discovery Channel. He...
There is the heart, Aiden. There is love, which means there is always hope.
Stick with me, babe, and I'll change your life.
She probably had her nose stuck in a book, living in a pretend fantasy world while I was actually out there living in the real fantasy world.
Scars, whether physical or emotional, could be not just a representation of survival but also a story of hope.
On a good day, the animosity levels between us were usually at CODE RED. Bad days they were at CODE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.
My heart shattered. 'The boy that you keep painting - the one at the warehouse and at the art gallery? That boy is you, isn't it?'Rider didn't say anything.'It's not you from the past,' I whispered. H...
Modesty is for saints and losers. I'm neither.
Look at the time. I tipped my chin toward the clock. It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost.For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the nex...
I ran over a squirrel once.Blinking open my eyes, I drew back as far as she'd let me.What?I ran over a squirrel the second time I ever drove a car, she repeated. I also hit a deer. And when I was seve...
I have the feeling we just made a deal with the devil, and he's going to come back and want our first-born child or something.Daemon waggled his brows. You want kids? Because you know, practice makes-...
I don't like when people apologize for something they had nothing to do with
I checked out your blog.'Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauc...