God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was that thick, glossy black hair and the golden skin and that heavily muscled body. It was the way he laughed and the fact that he never, ever cried. It was the scars on his inside no one knew about and the conviction that he would always be the first to run into a burning building or a bloody fight or a car wreck. It was all the things Qhuinn had been and was ever going to be.
J.R. WardStichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood bdb blay qhuinn qhuinn-and-blay
But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want.
Apart from Blay, that was.
Stichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood bdb qhuinn lover-unleashded
From out of nowhere, Phury felt an overwhelming tide of guilt, like someone had popped the lid off all
his deepest concerns and his fears for the future of the race. He had to respond to it, couldn't bear the
pressure.
Riding the wave, he found himself saying in a rush, "We live and die for our kind. The species is our first
and only concern. We fight every night and count the jars of thelessers we kill. Stealth is the way we
protect the civilians. The less they know about us, the safer they are. That is why we disappeared.
Stichwörter: secrecy duty sacrifice black-dagger-brotherhood phury
You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are
J.R. WardStichwörter: humor love brothers black-dagger-brotherhood rhage
Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.
J.R. WardStichwörter: humor life smoking cancer black-dagger-brotherhood
Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see."
-Marissa to Wrath
Stichwörter: wrath black-dagger-brotherhood marissa
With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.
J.R. WardStichwörter: zsadist black-dagger-brotherhood phury
From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.
J.R. WardStichwörter: king wrath black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward rehvenge lover-reborn middle-finger
His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad.
Not that Qhuinn was bitter.
Because the guy was sharing Blay’s bed.
Nah.
Nope. Not at all.
Stichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood qhuinn-and-blay
Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.
J.R. WardStichwörter: humor black-dagger-brotherhood tohrment
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