Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.
Shylah's soft laughter slid into Draden's mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn't known he was empty.
The air was hot and humid. Sultry. Her body seemed to have caught some of the intensity of the storm. She felt a little wild and out of sorts. Edgy. On the verge of something big.
The grain of evil seed had been sown in the heart of Adam from the beginning, and how much ungodliness had it brought up unto this time? and how much shall it yet bring forth until the time of threshi...
In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou know not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her
He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.
Hey, would you look at that shit?I turned on my heel. The patrons who’d fled at the first hint of trouble had come back and were enjoying the spectacle.Clear out! I barked.They paid me no mind. Asshol...
His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He'd felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him ou...
I detested that people who already had everything they could possibly want would step on others who had nothing. Would use them and crush them. I'd lived my life mainly in the streets and found out th...
It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
Pam. Listen.''The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.''Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.''Fuck a zombie!'- Sookie & Pam, Dead in the Family, Charlaine Harris
She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him.
She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.
She wasn't asking his permission either. He wasn't in charge. She'd made that clear more than once. Shylah was an independent thinker, was used to working alone.
They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.
Holy fu-" he starts then catches himself."Yes,this tithe will be most pleasing to her Goodness." Me and Magnus exchange amused glances.
Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.
Help for the Haunted
He liked that she gave the questions thought. That she actually saw the mysteries and worked at solving them.
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