From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlif... by Rachel Vincent

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

Rachel Vincent

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The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem... by Rachel Vincent

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

nice sticks memories

There’s a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,” he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. “It’s the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward’s way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.

crazy hurt thinking

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words. by Rachel Vincent

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.

im-sorry forgiveness apology

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow.... by Rachel Vincent

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor. by Rachel Vincent

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

compassion honor sometimes

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for ligh... by Rachel Vincent

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

popcorn what-if light

He sank into that kiss, and fed from me like a starving man holding off famine. I drank from his soul in preparation for the drought to come. And when he finally pulled away, my throat was thick with unspoken words, my heart heavy with every apology I'd ever denied him. But it was too late for promises. The time had come for goodbye.

kissing heart goodbye

Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin. by Rachel Vincent

Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.

smack cousin opportunity

...don’t judge your future based on others’ mistakes. by Rachel Vincent

...don’t judge your future based on others’ mistakes.

your-future judging mistake

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

bed my-heart heart

My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.

aunt cousin two

The moment the door opened I knew an ass-kicking was inevitable. Whether I'd be giving it or receiving it was still a bit of a mystery.

hilarious doors giving

I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.

voice eye world

You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

you-dont-know-me character thinking

Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it." "You'd be surprised how many people don't.

losing knows people

Are you going to deliver whatever threat Avari sent you with, or are we going to have to start guessing?" Tod said. "I gotta warn you, I'm insanely good at charades.

threat guessing said

Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the si... by Rachel Vincent

Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.

sidewalk cracks looks

I went up on my toes to kiss him, and he groaned. "Do you really think this is appropriate on school grounds?" "Nope." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I happen to know there isn't an appropriate thought running through your head right now." "Or any other time." Tod pulled me close and held me so tight my ribs almost hut, but I didn't want him to let go. Ever.

letting-go running school

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

He’s not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart—

couple heart thinking