paranormal

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.

She exhaled curtly. ____ a serryn. That__ all you see. I__ just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That__ hardly the most appealing of traits._ __ell your eyes that. Because you really shouldn__ look at me the way you do. No serryn has looked at me like that.

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires.

I__ not punishing you._ __o?_ __o. You__ know if I was. Trust me.

He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, __ou are most definitely my catnip.

Playing the martyr doesn__ suit you, Leila.___aybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem...

I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?_ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. __ow try saying it without trembling.

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

And?_ I crossed my arms over my chest. I almost tapped my foot waiting for him to answer, but caught myself and held my foot still. That would have been weird__ay too much like my mother. ~Milayna

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I__l never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

My sweet lemming,_ he murmured, nuzzling her neck and sending glorious spirals of pleasure ping-ponging throughout her body. __ou__e been quiet and that worries me._ __hy?_ she asked, trailing her hand down his banded forearm to entwine her fingers within his.__ecause that means you__e thinking, and a thinking woman is usually something to fear.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin's for me as I did for her. I'm dead, for goodness sakes. It's not like we can live happily ever after. I can't live at all.

I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

There, amongst the angry water was the glow of green eyes, hundreds of them encompassed the entire area...We were completely and totally surrounded. They all hung just below the water waiting for a sign to attack. There was no hope. We would all perish...