What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?— Rachel Vincent
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The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.
Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.
If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead.
Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.
It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake.
Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.
Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it." "You'd be surprised how many people don't.
Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust.
"I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though." Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer." "There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted.
Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds another." "You know we're way past 'near-death', right?" "My endorphins aren't listening to you.
Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!
She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.
Radley rolled his eyes. He actually rolled his eyes at my father. Alpha of the south-central territory and head of the Territorial Council. Sure, I did that all the time but I'd also peed on his lap when I was two. No one else got away with such disrespect toward an Alpha, which meant Radley either didn't know who my father was, or didn't care
... you just turned down the woman who put a marshmallow duck in your hot chocolate. I hope you feel like a real asshole now.
Why is this so hard?” I whispered. His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going;
most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice.
Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.
He was beyond gorgeous. But Eastlake High was full of pretty people who acted like total freaks. I blame the local water supply. Which was why I drank bottled water.
Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.
Think of it as a second opinion on his value.
If he wasn't worth the fight, wouldn't she just let him go? Wouldn't you?
As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something.
” “What did you have in mind?” "A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?” “Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?
So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?
I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.
The queen was my favorite chess piece.
Unlike the women I knew in real life, she was powerful. Her job was to defend her husband at all costs, because while he was weak and practically defenseless—only allowed to move one square at a time—she was the strongest player on the board, hindered by no restrictions at all.
My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.
What if the house catches fire?” “Roast marshmallows.
And if it floods, you’ll go down with the ship. If there’s a tornado, I’ll meet both you and this house in Oz, after my shift. Got it?
He sank into that kiss, and fed from me like a starving man holding off famine.
I drank from his soul in preparation for the drought to come. And when he finally pulled away, my throat was thick with unspoken words, my heart heavy with every apology I'd ever denied him. But it was too late for promises. The time had come for goodbye.
Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.
Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.
Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.
He’s not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart—
I wasn't going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure.
Until he was sure. Forever can be a very long time for a n=Bean sidhes, ans so far his track record looked more like the fifty-yard dash than the Boston marathon.
He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.
From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!
And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend's spending a small fortune to get high off someone else's bad breath, I'd say Sophie's next in line for therapy.
I could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldn’t have meant anything.
I wished for you to see me. And want me. So…did you mean it?” “Yes,” I said, and some unnamed tension inside me eased. “I see you, Tod.
But all I said, as I dug a five from my pocket to pay for my soda, was, "You have a friend?" Tod scowled. "Well, I wouldn't call him a friend according to the traditional definition, but in the sense that he imposes on me constantly and isn't afraid to point out my flaws, I'd say he qualifies." "Sounds more like a cousin.
Of every moment I've ever not-lived through, this one is the best
So don't. Come hang out with me at work. We can play naughty dress up with the hospital gowns and rearrange the supply closets.
And the truth was that most of Nash's friends weren't that bad.
Their girlfriends were another story. Speaking of bloodthirsty hyenas...
Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.
Standing, I turned to face my father.
“It’s the same as the scent on Moore. It’s definitely a foreign cat, but it’s...more, somehow.” Ethan snickered at my unintentional pun, but I ignored him.
A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.
I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.
She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
When mice run, cats give chase.
The school sent you flowers. I’m sure that totally makes up for the fact that they hired the psychotic, soul-stealing pedophile who murdered you in your own home.
Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.