Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren’t made by a stranger.
Death isn’t peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.
Don’t kiss me,” she said warningly.“I don’t intend to,” he replied, smiling a little. “I don’t have my whip and chair with me.
I’m Sam Donovan.” “I know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. I’m Jaine Bright.” “I know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name.” Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that?
So it isn’t that the act is awful, but sometimes the man is.””Exactly. One’s modesty is useless and it’s painfully intimate, but not awful.” She took a deep breath.”The opposite, in fact.
I read somewhere that flying is like throwing your soul into the heavens and racing to catch it as it falls.””I don’t think mine would ever fall,” he murmured, looking at the clear cold sky.
Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can’t reason with someone who can’t see tomorrow.
An accident of birth had signed her death warrant.He could mark her name off his to-do list.
I’m calling the police,” she said, showing him the phone in her hand.He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. “You don’t need the police.”No, of course she didn’t How silly.
Luca had many strengths and powers; as a rare blood born, conceived and born to a vampire mother and father, he was much stronger than those who’d been turned to the life.
You don’t just… just float someone in the air like that!” she shouted, so beside herself she was almost frenzied.”Why? Is there some human law against it?
It’s daylight. Shouldn’t you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don’t you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it stashed, anyway?””I’ve never owned a coffin,” he admitted, unable to hold back a smile.
Chloe said the first thing that popped into her head., “I don’t sleep with dead guys…”Luca gave her an amused look. “Good. I’m not dead. Never have been…. I’m immortal.
Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. “Sex can’t be the answer to everything,” she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck.He bent his head to hers. “For now, it can,” he said and kissed her.
He’s thought he was willing to do anything in order to get what he wanted, what was right for his kind. He’d been certain any sacrifice was possible.He’d been wrong.
Women, music, beer, and pie. Rurik, you’re just an all-American guy.
I don’t have casual sex,” she said.He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. “My dear, I promise you there wouldn’t be anything casual about it.
What are you doing?” she cried in protest.“Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.
The magazine said to blend. Daisy blended for all she was worth, trying to spread that dark stuff around.
Love by itself isn’t enough; it’s never enough. There had to be other things, such as liking and respect, or love would get worn away by the realities of everyday life.
The only choice you have right now is the color you want the house painted, and your choices are white and white.” She was yelling by the time she finished, her face flushed.
If only gossip weren’t so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details.The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.