Oh, don't mind me," came an extremely sarcastic voice near the wall. “You two go ahead and make out–I'll just sit here and bleed quietly.
Julie KagawaMots clés humor love vampires julie-kagawa allie zeke jackal page-213
A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.
MaryJanice DavidsonMots clés vampires
I wondered if full-blooded vampires had something like blue balls for their fangs if they didn’t get to feed when they were expecting to. Like some kind of pseudo-sexual gingivitis.
Sierra DeanMots clés humor food funny vampires fangs
Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer.
Eva SloanMots clés dead magic crazy vampires vampire witch wolf better werewolves werewolf off were abby better-off-dead
It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute,” he uttered, all smug and knowing.
Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look—for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair—as if each streak had been strategically placed—dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek.
“Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future,” I retorted.
“Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine.
Parker and Danielle
Mots clés romance fate paranormal-romance destiny vampires fairy-tale first-love vampire-hunter young-adult-romance seventh-son-of-a-seventh-son
It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute,” he uttered, all smug and knowing.
Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look—for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair—as if each streak had been strategically placed—dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek.
“Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future,” I retorted.
“Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine.
Mots clés romance fate paranormal-romance destiny vampires fairy-tale first-love vampire-hunter young-adult-romance seventh-son-of-a-seventh-son
It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute,” he uttered, all smug and knowing.
Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look—for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair—as if each streak had been strategically placed—dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek.
“Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future,” I retorted.
“Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine.
Mots clés romance fate paranormal-romance destiny vampires fairy-tale first-love vampire-hunter young-adult-romance seventh-son-of-a-seventh-son
Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.
Patricia BriggsMots clés humor politics vampires werewolves mercy-thompson patricia-briggs frost-burned
When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see his eyes. They seemed haunted, lost in some way. He was tall and gaunt, starkly pale in his black clothes. He was the very picture of Anton, even sharing his world-weary eyes of deepest blue. She could hardly look away from this apparition, an echo of all the memories and dreams that had haunted her these many years.
Amanda M. LyonsMots clés love horror haunted vampires gothic raven eyes-like-blue-fire katja
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly.
"Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
Mots clés vampires sookie-stackhouse eric-northman bill-compton club-dead
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