You sure are quick to strip, boy,” Dad said, clearly
disapproving. “Lemme get this straight.
Tag: wolf teenage-love
Get the Girl," he demanded. "She knows too much!"
Dammit. Why did people keep presuming that, and if it was true, why the hell couldn't my GPA reflect the fact?
Tag: paranormal-romance werewolves
What makes a man a man are his deeds, his responsibilities, and his reactions... These things are also what makes a man a monster.
Shannon DelanyHe rrraped herrr,” the beast within him shrieked from deep in his gut, shaking everything but my resolve.
Pietr stepped back, putting his hands up. “Tear him apart,” he agreed.
“Shit, Pietr!” I snapped. “It’s murder!”
“Justifiable homicide,” Pietr returned.
“When did my questionable moral code start to qualify as the guiding light in this family?!” I wedged myself more firmly between the two of them.
He leaned forward and plucked something out of my hair. 'What—?' He held the dead leaf before me.
'Must have gotten that rolling around with Alexi in the backyard.' I blinked and looked at him. 'That sounded so wrong.'
He nodded, eyebrow quirked. Waiting.
'I’m trying to learn a few things from your more experienced brother so I’m ready for our big event.'
His expression didn’t change.
'Yee-ahhh. Not any better, huh?' I laughed. Our big event could mean two vastly different things to Pietr. 'Lemme just run through the other ways I could get this wrong: Alexi’s teaching me some moves. He’s trying to put the hurt on me. He was putting me into some positions I’ve never tried before...I snorted. I couldn’t help myself.
A muscle near Pietr’s left eye twitched.
'He’s teaching me to fight!' I laughed, grabbing his wrists.
Tag: puns awkward-moments
He rrraped herrr,” the beast within him shrieked from deep in his gut, shaking everything but my resolve.
Pietr stepped back, putting his hands up. “Tear him apart,” he agreed.
“Shit, Pietr!” I snapped. “It’s murder!”
“Justifiable homicide,” Pietr returned.
I thrust Sophie into a corner, blocking her with my body. She panted and snagged her lower lip in her teeth. “This is not my life,” she insisted.
I looked at her solemnly. “I’m afraid it is. But it doesn’t have to be for long. Let’s just get through this. Then things go back to normal for you.”
“Like they keep going back to normal for you?” Sophie hissed. “Ghost of your mother, psycho ex-best friend, company agent dating your dad, psychic vampire ex-boyfriend, werewolf current boyfriend—by the way, I can’t blame you for that one,” she confessed, eyes round as she mouthed the word whoa before continuing with her list, “Trip to the asylum, attempts against your life, vigilante father…”
“Hey, the last ones are brand new. And the vigilante father thing? He’ll revert.”
“Anyhow, I’m not so keen on your concept of normal.” I caught her staring at me.
Tag: supernatural crazy-sane-weird-normal
Great party, Max!' Amy congratulated.
Marvin hung back, watching their exchange.
'Anything for Jessie,' Max muttered, but his eyes were completely on Amy.
Amy dressed as...
'Little Red Riding Hood?' I gulped. Uh-oh.
'The same.' She laughed, doing a little spin so her head fell back, her short cape ruffled and her brilliant red hair whipped loose. A low cut blouse did double duty, exposing the thinnest hint of both cleavage and midriff.
Max gaped. 'You even have'—he stuttered—'a—an amazingly well-packed basket of goodies.'
Ohhh...I looked. Thank God. Amy was actually carrying a basket.
Do you want to hurt yourself?'
'No. I'm trying to get a grip. Have a more normal life.' Scribble, scribble.
'The number of suicides in the area has recently escalated,' she commented.
'The train track suicides. Yes, I know. And yet, here I am. Thrilled to be in counseling. Weren't we supposed to be focusing on a healthy expression of my grief?'
Scribble. 'You seem disoriented. Have you been drinking?'
'I have too few brain cells naturally to waste any on a temporary buzz.'
Scribble. 'Drugs?'
'Just write See Above-the same philosophy applies. Look, I had a really lousy lunch. Food poisoning of epic proportions. Its messed me up.'
'I'd like to get a urine sample.'
'Give me your coffee cup.'
Scribble, scribble, scribble.
Just because you're damaged doesn't mean you must damage others. You have choices. We all make them every day.
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