Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?”
“Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.”
She laughed softly. “Go figure.
Rhage nodded. “The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other.”
“That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan,” Phury said with a grin.
I wish to be naked before you," she commanded. "Make it so, Manuel.
J.R. WardBad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.
J.R. WardYou're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are
J.R. WardMots clés humor love brothers black-dagger-brotherhood rhage
How can something so . . . huge happen so fast?
J.R. WardMan, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.
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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
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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. WardMots clés zsadist black-dagger-brotherhood phury
I can’t… I find that I can’t concentrate. On anything. I can’t really…” Rhage’s eyes drifted to Zsadist. “How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The…
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