Can we cut the Zen crap for a moment?" I ask. "I'm trying to beat this bag to a pulp.
And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butter...
Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice in Wonderland would say…
Hi, my name is Sunny and I’m a bloodoholic.
You’d drain someone dry for me?
Chris whistled. Damn. That's hot.She swatted him. Yeah, yeah, she dais. But her stomach fluttered. I'm roasting actually.That's not what I
I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert.
You are my blood mate, he says simply, finding my hand and squeezing it with his own. I would die for you. Gah! A little warning before the touching would be nice. Mainly so I can resist the overwhelm...
All the better to bite you, my dear!
Holy fu-" he starts then catches himself."Yes,this tithe will be most pleasing to her Goodness." Me and Magnus exchange amused glances.
They should install elevators in this place. What if they turned a handicapped person into a vampire? Talk about your discrimination lawsuit waiting to happen.
I can barely breathe. I feel like I’m going to explode. Jake Wilder is kissing me. French-kissing me. Is he even supposed to be French-kissing me for the play? I thought… Oh, who cares if he’s suppose...
So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?
I’d so rather be a living snack than dead meat.
Turning into a vampire is bad enough – I don’t need to flunk out of school on top of it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor. You must come with me, he says in an urgent voice.
Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires.
For the record, I would have made a very lousy romance heroine.
Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way, Jareth says, a bit bitterly. It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.
Rayne, why is it you feel the need to argue with every single thing I say?Because every single thing you say is usually stupid and ridiculous.