Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—Holy hypoxia, Batman.
With all of my black and withered heart, I love you, my female.
With a deliberate shrug, he stepped free of the hold on his shoulder. Tell me something, boys, he drawled. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all? Butc...
Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes. -Beth
When he pulled back, Blay frowned. You're shaking.Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? Am I?Yes.I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and Im sorry that I wasn't male enough to admi...
What’s up with the statue routine? Trez muttered. Someone move your My Little Pony collection again?
We’re in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam!
Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.
We are made of the same core elements we were at first constructed of, but we are never the same afterward. We are permanently altered. If we are lucky and we are smart and we are freed at the right t...
Vivi e morti sono uguali.Cerchiamo tutti, semplicemente,un posto dove sentirci a casa. LASSITER
Trez looked at his hands. I didn’t ask for this. No one asks for life. The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. And sometimes they do not ask for death.
Tohr laughed softly. Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either-Ouch! Wellsie, what the he*l?
Three a.m. in downtown Caldwell, New York, gave you just enough obstacles to keep shit amusing.
The territorial anger lit his chest up like a bonfire, teeing off a blaze of power that roared in his body.
The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.
The goatee was a neutral—unless you assessed it on style. In which case the fucker was a travesty of Rogaine proportions.
The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?How about you get off my dick?
That woman and her thug butler needed to be put behind bars; Claire didn’t care how old they were.
Tell me this isn't permanentNo, you have to give me my weapon back at the end.Har-har, hardy-har-har. I'm talking to Jim.No, it's not, the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. I can get free as ea...
Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.