You do the damnedest things in order to rile yourself up. Most people settle for doing it in an elevator, but not you. No, you have to make sure it's a vampire you're playing kissy-face with.
You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.
You’re big enough to bite now, mosquito, so shut up.
Tink's a Disneyland whore!"-Jenks
A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.
A tear slipped from under my eyelid at Ivy’s loneliness, her need for emotional reassurance, and her frustrations that though I could understand what she wanted, I was afraid to find out if I had the...
Actually, I said, hesitant to bring it up, I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human. Or witch? Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. Yo...
Al brought his attention back down from the ceiling. You really don’t want to have sex with him? Why? What’s wrong with him?
Alarmed, I looked at him, then the road, then at him again.
And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.
And he was athletic in a lean sort of way, his long legs able to keep up with me whenever I coerced him into driving me out to the zoo for their early open hours for runners only; those hills were kil...
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust. His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my...
Build: Vookworm, but tough
But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.
Can we get back to how we’re going to kill Nick? And what’s this about a dead body? You’d better start talking quick, Ivy, ’cause I’m not going to play hide-and-seek with a dead guy in my trunk. I did...
Close your eyes. Take a breath. Count to three. Let it out. Count to four. Shove it up your ass, he said, hunching into himself and starting to shake. The last time you told me to close my eyes and co...
Everything was going too well. Something had to be wrong.
Five trolls in dra-a-a-a-ag, the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps, and a succubus in the snow.
Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.
Having been a demon curse, however brief, should leave a mark. A streak of silver hair, or bewitching eyes. Maybe crows on one's roof or a hound from hell at your heel. Blowing out my breath I stood a...
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