Care to see your room?” -Bones
Let me guess—it’s that smashed‐up car right over there." -Cat
Mots clés bones cat car room junkyard
My father was English. He date-raped my mother so she's hated English men ever since. You know my boyfriend's English, and I'm, uh, I'm half-English, which she's never been real happy about. If she finds out I'm dating someone English, she'll ah, think I' turning my back on her and becoming a foreigner.'
Cathy, that's the stupidest reason I've ever heard.
Mots clés grave english bones halfway cat
Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...
Jeaniene FrostI'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.
Jeaniene FrostWrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction."
I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't pertain to me" was Bones' mocking reply.
And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?"
Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality.
"God, Bones...some of that was depraved."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us."I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support.
Mots clés love trust bones cat
Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle."
"Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.
Ian grinned. "Exactly.
Mots clés vampires bones spade ian
You treat me as if I was a feeble Human who couldn't survive without your help, but I am a MASTER bloody VAMPIRE. (Bones to Cat - Ch 16, pg. 174)
Jeaniene FrostI'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
Francesca Lia BlockMots clés love youth dreams bones
You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones
Jeaniene FrostMots clés bones cat night-huntress-series
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