He’d done nothing wrong, and to prove it, I used all of my strength to pull him back on top of me. Kale lost his balance, but turned just in time and landed half on me, half on the couch. I smiled and pulled his head down to mine for a kiss he returned with urgency
Inger IversenTags: ella
Laurent wanted to make sure you never came near me again. He just did not know that as time went on, the world would start to romanticize vampires—fictional characters or not.
Inger IversenIt’s what he is—a murderer fashioned only to steal what humans cannot live without and to spread his disease. He was created by the Dark Prince. No matter how long he tries to deny his nature by drinking from rats and squirrels, he will always be a threat to you and all others. Even more so because he can walk in the light.
Inger IversenWhat will happen between you and I, Ella? You will still want the normal life you have been fighting for, and I will be an ageless accessory in your life you will soon outgrow.
Inger IversenHow long you gonna keep her in your life? You know how dangerous it is for her physically, not to mention emotionally. You can’t offer her what she needs, so sooner rather than later, you are going to have to let her go.
Inger IversenTags: few-are-angels
I can imagine my fangs sinking into her soft flesh, the gasps of pain and pleasure from my bite, the way she’d either fight or fall into my arms.
Inger IversenYou are still a kid, new to the Chorý world. You’ve never had to hunt for your food; it is always readily available to you through Tony and girls that don’t mind being food. The thrill of the hunt is riveting, and once you experience it, you’ll never give it up.
Inger IversenShe pulled away, breathless, but Kale couldn’t let her escape. He’d breathe for her if he could, but his lips belonged nowhere but on hers. His hands had no home but on her skin. She’d stolen his heart and now that she was there, he could feel the rhythmic thump in his chest that signaled that he was alive.
Inger IversenThere were plenty of white males on campus with Bess, but they had never paid her any attention, and she had returned the favor. She’d never got a chance to marvel at how beautiful their creamy complexion was or how easy it could be to get lost in a bright green gaze. What the heck? This guy could have very well killed two people, set them on fire, and come to hurt her, and she was standing there in front of him coming to some silly realization that maybe she had missed out on a certain population of guys based on the color of their skin.
Inger IversenAnger and shame laced with loneliness spread throughout her, heating her to the core. Self-pity wasn’t something Bess would normally succumb to, but things in the past few months had fallen apart, and there was no one there to help pick up the pieces.
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