I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw... by Kiersten White

I’d been fighting for this relationship since the day I first saw his water eyes.

Kiersten White

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No,you're officially banned from listening to us. Or thinking about this. Or even thinking about thinking about this, understand?

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Then the other door opened. I wen't rigid. If I had thought Reth's was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn't seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.

reflection beautiful night

Marry me. Nay, marriage will cost us precious moments together. Let us make sweet, passionate love right here. Let me bear your children.” A primal growl signaled Miss Lynn getting over her shock at being thus addressed. She lunged forward; Jack deftly rolled off the bench, jumping up out of her reach. “Goodness, I didn’t expect you to be quite this enthusiastic about my advances. If I don’t play hard to get, how will I ever know whether or not you respect me?

jumping sweet children

Any other iron on you?” he asked impatiently. “Just my tongue stud.” His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror. “I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.

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Wake up,' a voice like water rippling over rocks whispered in my... by Kiersten White

Wake up,' a voice like water rippling over rocks whispered in my ear.

rocks voice water

That's more like it. You're much prettier when you aren't talking... by Kiersten White

That's more like it. You're much prettier when you aren't talking. True of most people, I've found.

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Lend's dad, two werewolves, and a vampire. It was like the setup to a bad joke or something. A doctor, two werewolves, and a vampire walk into a bar. "What'll you have?" the bartender asks. "We were thinking him," the vampire answers, eyeing the doctor. Okay, jokes weren't my strong point.

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Streams of melting snow. by Kiersten White

Streams of melting snow.

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Evie-you-GAH!" Lend shouted, and I looked up at him, surprised. by Kiersten White

Evie-you-GAH!" Lend shouted, and I looked up at him, surprised.

Evie: "Can we not talk?" Jack: "But you're such a charming conversationalist. Still, if you'd prefer to simply bask in the glory of my company, I understand. You're probably overwhelmed by holding my hand and want to enjoy the moment.

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Be prepared,' that's my motto." He smiled smugly at me. "That, and 'Sleep whenever possible.' Oh, and 'If you don't notice it's gone, what's the harm in me taking it?

motto gone sleep

...I don't understand this gap you see between us, but can't you meet me somewhere in the middle?" "The middle of what?" "I don't know, the middle of tomorrow and forever, the middle of life and death, the middle of normal and paranormal. Where we've always been." I bit my lip, nodding against his forehead. "There's a place for us there, right?" "Always." He put his lips to mine, sealing our own little spot in the world. Together.

life-and-death together forever

Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high --- in need of a good spanking. --- Good heavens, that sounded creepy.

creepy heaven kids

Knowing where I came from didn't change who I was. by Kiersten White

Knowing where I came from didn't change who I was.

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High school’s actually kind of boring. It’s a little bit like living in the Center. Everyone thinks they know everything about everyone else, but really there’s a lot more under the surface. (Lend)

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Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cut... by Kiersten White

Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.” (Arianna to Evie)

faerie obsessed cute

What, no flirting?” I asked, trying to buy time. “Aren’t you going to at least try to be sexy? Think of all those vampire fans out there—they’d be so disappointed.” I pulled out my silver knife. Probably should have paid more attention during my knife training. “Tell you what. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.

flirting sexy thinking

Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.

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Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat. by Kiersten White

Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

soy translations meat

Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!' 'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!

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