You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!” He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, “Tink is freeeeee!
I knew I couldn’t go back and start a new beginning. I couldn’t rewrite the middle. All I could do was change tomorrow, as long as I had one.
The fae went down, and before he could retaliate, I went all Van Helsing on his ass.
I am your father.” He glanced at Seth and smirked. “That’s the second Star Wars nod. Keeping track?
Words could cut just as deep as sharpened claws, and while the skin could heal, the wounds words left behind never faded as quickly.
What? Do rolly-pollys not have basic manners or any personal boundaries?
I didn’t need your permission,” I spat back. Ren smirked. “Honey, I know what you need and you’re going to get it.
An hour or so ago, they were in a heated discussion over whether or not Shane would’ve been a better father than Rick on The Walking Dead. Somehow that had digressed into Daemon arguing that the governor, sociopathic tendencies aside, was a better father figure. The fact that Archer had never eaten at Olive Garden but knew about The Walking Dead absolutely befuddled me.
Katy. Her name was Katy. Reminded me of Kitty. Kitty cat. Kitten. Look at me, putting all these words together.
I let you go,” he went on, dipping his head to my neck, and a shiver swept through me. “You were right yesterday. I hurt you. Not like him. Worse. I let you walk out of this house so you could be happy with him. Wasn’t that what you wanted? But you’re here. I let you go and it killed me to do so, and you’re here.
If I wore any color other than black, tan, or gray, I looked like an asylum escapee.
No one is destined for anything. We control our own fates.
The dimple appeared. “ I like staring at you.” my brows rose. he chuckled. “ that kind of sounded creepy, didn’t it? What I meant is that... well, yeah, I like staring at you. So it is as creepy as it sounds.
I forgot about everything. Because it wasn’t that important. Something else was. Living life with.
The most beautiful people, ones whose beauty is only rivaled by what is inside of them, are the ones who are quietly unaware of it.
Daemon kissed like he was staking a claim, but he already had me – all of me. My heart. My soul. My whole being.
He raised his hand and extended his middle finger. “Does this count as pushing it, Bob?
My past was a part of me and it molded who I was today, but it was not the sum of who I was to become. It did not control me.
I don’t know how to make you better. I wish I did, but please stay with me. I need you, and I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever.
I smelled like an Upper Level demon. Roth was back and he was relatively unharmed. A Lilin had been born. Apparently an orgasm was apocalyptic.