Paranormal Romance Quotes
We mustn't speak of nightmares here, girly. Evil feeds on 'em, don't ya know it." Mr Trinozka (character)
Take us to the in-between, Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.And time rushes by, unseen.Take us to the infinite night, Where up is down, and left is right, And dark vanquishes light.
But why are you giving this to me if you don’t believe?""Because I know that you do.
My favorite thing to do is watch her sleep, when she’s at total ease, not stressing about her imperfections — imperfections I find perfect.
Don’t laugh at me. Is it proper etiquette for an angel to laugh at someone in a state of Penzance?Penzance? Are you a pirate?
Brennan's inner jaguar roared to life then with the need to protect this woman- protect my mate, must protect my mate it snarled.
I love surfing, but ---" his gaze wandered over the thin sheet covering her body before he met her eyes again " --- no wave could ever compete with you.
He pulled forth and waggled a leash.A leash.To go around her neck.
I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met. It doesn’t happen every day to witness perfection on Earth.
I've never claimed to be civil, " he said with a soft growl, flashing his canines.
Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.
I ran my tongue along the top of his underwear, letting it slide underneath. Then i shifted my body forward, lips moving back up his chest, until i was straddling him again.
All this for two bad lines he could’ve gotten out of a fortune cookie?
I sat up in bed my body covered in sweat, and aching from tossing and turning that I had done. I knew it had been another nightmare. They had plagued my nights since the day I took Aleksander’s life.
Look, at those foolish men in my day we did it the proper way!” he started to say as if he was looking deep within his memory.
Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.
I could shoot you in the foot.""Please do. At least then I wouldn't have to endure this sock humiliation any longer.
You should've mentioned you were bringing a beautiful woman. I would've combed my hair.
Gabriel smiled and his thumb grazed her cheek. She thought for a terrifying moment that he was going to kiss her
Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.
A flock of angels are coming to see me...or a gaggle? A herd? No, they aren’t animals. A legion... That’s the word.
He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” “Unfortunately, ” he said as gently as he knew how, “it would appear so.
They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.
As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.
Flirting and foreplay came easy to Erica. Before she’d turned twenty, Erato awakened inside her. Erato was the Greek Muse of Lyrics… and Erotic Poetry. She had a gift for inspiring passion.
Clouds buzz by, unaware of the scary world below them. I envy them. I envy the easy way that they live and die. They never have to worry about tomorrow and what horrors or death it might bring.
He pressed his lips to her shoulder, whispering along her soft skin, "I'm right where I want to be.
Man..." He blew out an exasperated breath. "Do you push everyone away this hard, or is it just me?
I thought when you finally kissed me, I'd be able to walk away." He shook his head, his voice lowering to a throaty whisper. "I was dead wrong.
He shook his head. "Those waves are begging us to ride them. Talking can wait.
He crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't get why you push everyone away.""This isn't the time to talk about this.""Should I set up an office visit?
Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.
Apparently, she was going to visit an evil witch with a scary poet vampire.
Vampires aren’t noble?” “No. We serve or we prey.” “Like monks?” He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. “Prey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.
Do you know how easy it would be to kill you, Miya? I've thought about it--killing you...and you think I'm not a monster.--Dylan
You know, being bitten by a vampire one week before prom really sucks. No pun intended.
Now Sunny, don’t get mad, but …” Rayne begins, her voice trembling. I shoot her an angry glare. “But WHAT, Rayne?” “I, uh, think you’ve accidentally been turned into a vampire.
I can feel myself slipping away. Slowly leaving who and what I am behind. - Dylan