The man was an alien, but he was also in control of my bio grade.
Biting can be a lot of fun, but only when it’s appropriate. And that wasn’t appropriate.
Hunter’s grin tipped higher. “You have a feisty little attitude, don’t you?” “You’re about to get a feisty little foot up your ass,” I spat back.
I forced myself not to run to the train station, because running away in front of the same guy twice in one day was beyond the acceptable level of weirdness. Even for me.
He was distracting, but a zombie could eat my brains before I’d admit that.
I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel, how I was supposed to move on from this point, but I knew I didn’t deserve something good like this.
It was then when I realized I was still in my true form. She was light against my darkness.
The first things I saw upon dying were Persephone’s breasts and nipples. Or at least one nipple, but there was definitely a nipple.
Well, you can’t spell ridiculous without dic –.
The mansion was as silent as I wished the inside of my head could be. No noise – not even a ragged inhale of breath or a whispered word. Truly blissful.
He was the kind of boy that broke hearts and left a long line of them shattered behind him. He was trouble. Maybe the fun kind of trouble, but he was also a jerk. And I didn’t do jerks. Not that I did anyone.
She let out a strangled laugh. “Yeah, that’s how it works. I just woke up one morning and was like, ‘gee, I want to screw Kyler.’ Seriously, you have no clue.
You never cease to amaze me, Trinity. I don’t think there’ll ever be a time that you do. So, yes, I’m in awe of you.
You’re under my skin and in my blood. I can’t get you out.
We live next to each other.” he reminded her. “I see lots of things.
You make me care about things I never cared about before. You make me think. You make me warm.
Don’t hate,” he said, grinning. “Procreate.
Nah, books were more important than the Arum.
A grin slipped over Seth’s lips. “You’re so unbelievably graceful. Should I kiss it and make it better for you?
This book is for you, the reader. Without you, this book wouldn’t be possible. None of this would be.