You aren’t done with me yet?” He pinned my gaze with his own. With a surprisingly smooth accent, he told me, “Nunca voy a terminar contigo.” I’ll never be done with you.
Until someone invented a fang condom, she’d continue stealing from the blood bank.
This is your aunt, Regin the Radiant. We don’t believe she possesses verbal governors of any kind.
I wasn’t a big fan of women trying to fix men, to change them. I always figured there were guys enough out there, so I should look for a total package that was already fully Ikea-assembled – or go without.
You told me earlier that the necklace is your favorite. You’d give up your most treasured gold for the Vrekeners? For this kingdom?” She made a scoffing sound. “Not in a million years. But I’d give it up for you. Because that’s what we do – we save each other’s asses.
Admit it: you Photoshopped your carnates.
If you want to reach something badly enough, you will.
Not even going to discuss this. I’m going to stay in my gold house and sleep on my gold bed and ski down my piles of gold like Scrooge McDuck.
Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. If he weren’t a homicidal god-wannabe, and I didn’t have a murderous red witch inside me, we might’ve been friends. When his laughter died down, he said, “Back in the day, we would’ve made a great reality TV show. The Sol and Empress Show.” “The.
A body like that was good for two things that started with f. And fighting was the other one.
She’d thought there was no greater connection than destiny decreeing them joined. But there was – the choice they’d made to love each other.
Apparently, he was a show-er and a grower.
Oh, God, my poison! I didn’t know you then! Had no idea what you would come to mean to me!
This might be the most noble thing I’ve ever done. Noble, for the record, cuts like a blade to the heart.
It’s not my fault the truth and I are strangers – we were never properly introduced.
I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.
Also, if you bring up ten Cuban midnight sandwiches, with extra pickles, Mr. Sevastyan will tip you extravagantly. Please put that gratuity in with the total. Excellent. Thank you for your help!
I informed him that when you eat one of those cuppy containers of flan, you are in heaven and smile for the rest of the day.
In other words, the square root of fuckall is fuckall.
Lanthe’s nieces were super brilliant, could already trace. If they sensed danger – or bath time – they would simply teleport their diapered butts away.