Paranormal Quotes
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.
We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.
Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.
Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.
Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.
Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.
Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.
Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.
Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.
Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.
He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.
He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.
Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.
In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.
I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.
Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels
You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission.
Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he's giving me one of those intense moonlit stares.
He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.
God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind
He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.
Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.
The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.
in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation
The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.
Aye, ” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.
Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.