Fuckhead: The name’s MariKETA. Go to hell, The WITCH, doing a creepy spell somewhere right now.
First of all, I'm not narcissistic. When she opened her lips to argue, he said, I know Narkissos of Thespiae -- while we might share traits, I came first, so he's Lothairistic, not the other way aroun...
Finn caught my gaze. I know things seem rough with him right now, but he'll come around. He went nuts when you were missing.He has a temper. Which wasn't surprising, considering his tragic background....
Fate has a way of getting what she wants, no matter how we try to avoid it.
Everything between us is sick... twisted. And it doesn’t have to be.Shh, shh. He rocked her in his arms. Never had he comforted another in such a manner. He was awkward with this as well.I h-hate you...
Even over the rumble of the quakes, I thought I heard Jack rasp, Bebe? Then louder: Doan you do this!I gasped out, T-take care of him, Jack- Death yanked me to him, sweeping me up in his arms. I fough...
Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. If he weren’t a homicidal god-wannabe, and I didn’t have a murderous red witch inside me, we might’ve been friends. When his laughter died down, he said, Bac...
Damn, that werewolf melts my butter, Mari sighed. He’s so miserable, she added delightedly.
Crazy like a fox.
Come touch,...but you'll a price
Can’t help the way I was raised—anything supernatural is supposed to be either a miracle or satanic.I rolled my eyes. And you’re still trying to figure out which I am? I’m trying to figure out if I’m...
Cadeon, can you hear me?He didn't open his eyes. Nothing wrong with my ears.Of course not. She laid the cloth on his forehead. So . . you and Tera seemed close.Been through a lot.Was she your girlfrie...
By all the gods, I desire you, but you must know that you have my love. It's given, sieva. Wholly entrusted to you. Have a care with it.
Bluidy hell. Charlie’s seen my woman naked, he said in a surly tone. I almost liked him better when I thought he was a machete murderer.
Ah, but she was a pastel wearer. She was forever dead to Sabine.
Accept this: your mortal is doomed.Please, Aric. I'm begging you!He whirled around, fury in his expression. You refused - twice - to beg me for your own life, but you'd beg for his?I whispered, Yes.
A woman who likes her whisky, he said while refilling her glass. Careful that you doona steal my heart, Annalía. It figures that the one requirement you’d have for your woman is ‘whisky drinker.’ Aye,...
Bad form, Regin! Wrong car.Immediately after, the house shook again. Oh, much better! Nix assured them. That was Bowen's!
Bad....
Nix: Do it, or the pictures go live!Witch shakes her fist at the sky, crying, Damn you, Valkyrie! Damn you and your digital ways!