young-adult-fantasy

Oh. C__on, pretty girl. I like it when ya scream._ The leader breathed into my ear. I spat as good as I could on his hand. He jumped back glaring. I said, __unny. You like it when I scream? Yet you cover my mouth!_ I laughed then winced.

Jace__ husky voice almost came out in a purr. He said, __ou want to make a bet on that, Charlie._ Oh yeah, he can sell that stuff alright. __o worries,_ Jace was saying. __ only have eyes for you._ He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I swatted him away. Jace laughed. ~Jace~

Jade felt the cool rain on her new shapechanger skin.

I have an unforgettable destiny for this girl's virginity."~Larsson TIGER

When you stop being owned by your emotions you'll stop feeling vulnerable to people. ~ Remiel

Evil is just . . . so harsh. I prefer ethically unfettered.

Come, Leigh, come with me...

Without thinking, I step a little closer, reaching out slowly to slide a fingertip over the largest petal of the lily tattoo on her lower back. Instantly a vibration moves up my arm, and I swear the mark on my hand burns against my skin.I clench my fingers into a fist, but I don__ step away.__id you feel that?_ she asks.I shake my head. __ don__ know._ I feel so much, always so much.She takes my hand and brings it to her side again, resting it on the violets. I look at thepurple flowers between my fingers and feel the heat of her skin, the way it slides beneath my palm, soft as silk. And that vibration moves through my arm again.Her breath quickens.I find myself moving closer as her blue eyes go wide with wonder. My heart stutters and my chest aches with some unknown need.__re you doing this?_ I ask. Is she making me want this?__o,_ she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I__ sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as statues on the outside, but inside I__ running, running toward a place I__e never been. I should be terrified. But all I feel is strength. Rightness.And then Kara moves, her hands skimming up my chest, testing the boundaries. Her palms slide to my shoulders, her fingers tracing the line of the muscles in my arms, down to my waist. She grips my shirt, stretching it a little, waiting for me to tell her to stop. But I watch her lift it, let her pull it up, raising my arms, and I even take the last of it off myself, dropping it to the floor.We breathe, staring at each other.The vibrations move between us. My left arm buzzes with them. I think she__ doing it. Whatever__ happening, it__ her.I reach up and brush my marked knuckles across her cheek, amazed at the feel of her, the way her eyes seem to see everything, the way she pulls me into her. I can__ seem to remember why I shouldn__ kiss her. And kiss her. And . . .I kiss her, taking her face in both hands, skimming my thumb over her jaw as she leans into the touch, reaching out to curl her fingers around the back of my neck. I have to remind myself to breathe. I need more of her. The emotions roll over me in a rush, a tangle of sensation and movement, heat and sugar and heady aromas.I grip her tighter.Her nails dig into my shoulders. My hands slide down her spine. The kiss deepens, goes on forever, until I can barely see sense. I explore her shape, the feel of her ribs, the textures and taste of her skin on my tongue as I kiss her neck, her shoulders, her chest. As I draw trembling gasps from her lips, she grips me so hard it hurts.Our bodies mesh. Our breath mingles in frenzied desperation. Nothing else exists except her. Her warmth. Her spice. Her.

...I can't promise you that we will live 'happily ever after'....however..I can promise you the adventure of a lifetime.

I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.

Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others_you just don__ want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world__he world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought.

Oh get over it Cecilia! You are no longer human. Such decorum doesn__ exist amongst our kind

What__ not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.

My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can__ be happening. This can__ be real. There__ no way this is real!

The demon of revenge had already taken hold of his heart. The cancer of injustice had already eaten at his cheerful soul, leaving a skeleton of a carcass behind, one that could never feel compassion for humans__r anything else__gain.

You'll regret that, Bourkan.

Even the darkest minds can be overcome with compassion

Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage.