Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I was going to squirt tears. How unprofessional.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I was going to squirt tears. How unprofessional.
Revenge was the emptiest of emotions. Apparently it motivated people to do the stupidest things as well.
Rodney the ghoul?...Oh, I liked him. He didn't get angry no matter how many times my mother insulted him.
She's my kitten, and no one else's.
Shit. I hated her already, and we hadnÆt even met.
So that makes him, like, your fang granddaddy.
Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...
Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?
You can run from the grave, but you can't hide.
You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.
And that, Annette, is called Pilates
Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch
I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.
I might look as average as the next person but I had a few secrets up my sleeves. And lots of knives of course.
IÆm in, Cat. IÆd never leave you. Especially when youÆve got death breathing down your neck.ö ôVery funny,ö I retorted, since Bones was inches from my throat
I'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.
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