What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?
What do you want? he asked, his gaze holding mine.You, I whispered, cheeks burning.You have me. His thumb dragged along my lower lip. You’ve always had me. Always.
What are you doing out here, Kat?Several moments passed before I could speak I just blew up a bunch of windows.
Well, aren’t you special. Cocky much?I’m all kinds of special, but you know that.
We passed Dee’s empty bedroom. It looked like Pepto-Bismol threw up in there.
Uff. Este era uno de esos momentos realmente maduros y raros en mi vida.Mierda. ¿Dónde estaba Aiden para ver esto?
Tink appeared in the open door again, his wings rapidly moving, and in his hands he held a... slingshot? Oh sweet baby Jesus take the wheel. Where did he get a slingshot? Off of Amazon? That didn't ma...
This was a bad idea, I whispered.It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.I rubbed my palms on my hips. It’s going to take a lot morethan Thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid....
There're eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? The're one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day. There're one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-se...
There could only be one reason why Zeus was here.He wanted to throw down. The moment Aiden realized who was standing before him, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.I, however, did not move, bec...
The kiss was brief, but when I pulled away, his expression made my day. He stared down at me, his eyes wide and the pupils slightly dilated. His lips were parted and that bolt in his tongue glittered....
The fae went down, and before he could retaliate, I went all Van Helsing on his ass.
The emotions were complex, but the answer was simple.
The back door blew out from the limo, winging across the road at such a force that it ripped right through a Luxen in a police uniform. Like, one Luxen suddenly became two not-so-put-together Luxen.
That's all I ever need to hear.
That simple act stole my breath, my heart. But even as he pulled away, I realized that he couldn't steal something he already had.
Sometimes you have to know when to let hope go.
Sometimes being around children was the perfect abstinence program.
Somehow, in the relatively short time I’d known Serena, she had wiggled her way into my cold body. She was my light, my warmth, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.
So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to WestVirginia, the land of lost models.