Vanilla or no, I intend tospend all my energy on you, so neither of us will have anything left for anyone else. – Ian to Veritas.
Vlad was cunning to the point of being a sociopath.
Playing it safe is for chickens.
To my husband, for accepting without judging, loving without conditions, laughing instead of getting angry, and thinking of others before yourself. I’m the lucky one.
Life. You could only make plans for it, not dictate orders to it.
Physicists had an explanation for barriers that separated the multiverses from one another. They called it M theory, hypothesizing that the membranes dividing up the dimensions were invisible.
Unfortunately, stain removal methods was one of those troublesome subjects somewhere between relationship issues and mysterious car noises. Everybody was an expert, everybody had a cure, and they all fell over themselves to offer their advice.
Don’t you ever speak to her that way again.” There was pure warning in the whip of his words. “You can call me any name you like and more, but I will not stand by while you slander her out of your own ignorance.
You know what they say. When you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.
The guards exchanged a wary glance. “He didn’t authorize you to come down here,” the beefy, redheaded guard stated. “However, I would be glad to give you my blood – ” “Wouldn’t that make him angry?” I interrupted, widening my eyes. “If I drank your blood when he was so close by?
Besides, easy is overrated compared to you in all your spectacular, mercurial, enigmatic glory.
I want you so much. Tell me you want me. Say yes.
You always come first for me, Kitten.
Sometimes you have to lose everything to know what you had.
Ian sighed. “Always straight to business. How you stand it, poppet, I’ll never know, but I suspect that fiery tongue has something to do with it. Ah, he’s giving me that I’ll-kill-you glare again. How many times must I tell you not to kill anyone tonight? It’s like a sickness with you, isn’t it? Have you ever gone a whole day without committing murder?
You were a spoiled child who did a cruel thing. You deserved to be beaten and confined to your room, but you didn’t deserve to lose everything.
Horror didn’t begin to describe the look on his face. Adrian stared at me like I’d crushed his world, ground it up and then forced it down his throat until he died choking on its remains.
Oh, Kitten, I meant every word.
Nothing else mattered but right now. This instant, I’d become the person I’d always wanted to be. Strong. Fearless. Loyal. Someone even I could be proud of.
I’m not fretting over control with you. You can have all of the command you desire as long as we’re together. I’ll just save my demands for the bedroom.