urban-fantasy

Why didn't you let me die? You could have finally been free.""I gave up trying to imagine a world without you." - Essallie & Kayden

I knew I was a little different from most demons but nothing says freak of nature like a one-eyed gypsy saying I had a rainbow glow. It just didn't sound complimentary.

I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.

Welcome back, Jem.

All governments, even these precious __emocracies,_ derive all their power by force. Do something the government doesn__ want, like, say, cross the street against the light, refuse to submit to its authority, and it won__ be long before they__l use some form of force, usually a weapon and the threat of death or injury, to compel you to comply.

I was beginning to think that Simon just had a bad case of OCD, ADD, and PMS. With a little BS and OMG mixed in.

His attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I'm falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

Nothing is forever. Except atoms.

Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn__ let go until I had to come up for air.

She doesn__ need the pack. She doesn__ need me.__ shot to my feet. __hat__ not true,_ I said hotly.He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. __ misspoke,_ he said in a steady voice. __he doesn__ need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesn__ need me to do that. She doesn__ need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn__ need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.

And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red.

Robert, I__ sorry that you feel so strange, but I__ not sorry that you__e feeling it because of me,_ I whispered, my heart feeling a familiar twinge as I continued, __ut even if you hadn__ felt it, it would not change the way I feel about you.

He__ used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn__ his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn__ the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn__ saunter. He didn__ amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

I caught his hand. __hat do you want me to do?__eaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. __omorrow, I need you to die.

Vane__ lips tightened to suppress a smile. __hy so hostile, love?___ou whacked me on the head with a ball!___ou deserved it.