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d6ca99c
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"You know," he said, "this is why I love you so much." Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. "What do you mean?" You don't ask me to go inside because it's cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand."
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paranormal-romance
vampire
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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5b333a2
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Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.
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dagger
dark
lover
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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172f18d
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Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?
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jr-ward
life
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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7a9d94f
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"All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?" Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner."
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rhage
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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d4f2940
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She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance.
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ghost-leopard
lysandra
vengeance
wrath
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Sarah J. Maas |
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281c954
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"Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him."
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butch
lover-awakened
phury
rhage
tohrment
vishous
wrath
zsadist
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J.R. Ward |
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923d3f5
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"I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?" "Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I'm dying to come inside of you again, and you're not going to say no." - Wrath to Beth" --
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black-dagger-brotherhood
dark-lover
j-r-ward
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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f2e792b
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"From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile."
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j-r-ward
king
lover-reborn
middle-finger
rehvenge
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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60bcd28
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I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.
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wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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5d56345
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"And then Tohr said softly, "I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life." Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. "You're ." Tohr hissed. "And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down."
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wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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3d78a35
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As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog's big head and stroking the soft fur...playing with an ear...dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from the animal's broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
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paranormal-romance
vampire
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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0c24a73
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"Thank you for caring for my brother." He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration."
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black-dagger-brotherhood
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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9f9698a
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"If I got to you once, I can do it again. And maybe next time I won't waste my breath trying to prove the fact that I'm your equal." "I am the King, you realize." "And I'm the daughter of a deity, motherfucker."
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black-dagger-brotherhood
payne
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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07f50d8
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"As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. "Jesus, he really is blind" Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. "But my hearing is just fine"
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wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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ca5e91b
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"Let him go, V. And let him take her where he needs to go." As Wrath's voice cut through the drama, the urge to go pyrotechnic became nearly irresistible. Like they needed another kibitzer? And fuck-that on the command. V squeezed the surgeon's collar trash-bag tight. "You are not taking her anywhere--" The hand on V's shoulder was heavy, and Wrath's voice had an edge like a dagger. "And you're not in charge here. She's my responsibility, not yours." Wrong thing to say. On so many levels. "She is my blood," he snarled. "And I'm the one who put her on that bed. Oh, and I'm also your cocksucking king, so you will do as I command, Vishous."
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wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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ed10cf6
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Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the fuck up. Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not.
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bdb
lover-reborn
vishous
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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09556ca
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"Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see." -Marissa to Wrath"
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marissa
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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77dd73b
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Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.
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wrath
zsadist
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J.R. Ward |
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1ebf7a0
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You've thrown down the gauntlet. You've brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. But... If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist... then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.
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damned
death
dying
heaven
hell
kill
life
living
master
murder
puppet
wrath
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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51c3914
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"Sorry about the question thing," Butch said to the black robes. "But I just... I'm glad I know what's in my veins. And honestly, if I die today, I'm grateful I finally know what I am." He took Marissa's hand. "And who I love. If this is where my life took me after all those years of being lost, I'd say my time here wasn't wasted." There was a long silence. Then the Scribe Virgin said, "Do you regret that you leave behind your human family?" "Nope. This is my family. Here with me now and elsewhere in the compound. Why would I need anything else?" The cursing in the room told him he'd thrown another question out there. "Yeah.. ah, sorry-" A soft feminine laugh came from under the robes. "You are rather fearless,human." "Or you could call it stupid." As Wrath's mouth fell open, Butch rubbed his face. "You know, I'm trying here. I really am. You know, to be respectful." "Your hand, human." He offered his left, the one that was free. "Palm up," Wrath barked. He flipped his hand over. "Tell me, human," the Scribe Virgin said, "if I asked for the one you hold this female with, would you offer it to me?" "Yeah. I'd just reach over to her with the other guy." As that little laugh came again, he said, "You know, you sound like birds when you do that chuckle thing. It's nice." Over to the left, Vishous put his head in his hands. There was a long silence. Butch took a deep breath. "Guess I'm not allowed to say that."
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black-dagger-brotherhood
butch
j-r-ward
lover-revealed
marissa
scribe-virgin
vishous
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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9e668a2
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"I'm going to stay here and see if he comes back," Wrath said as the double doors opened and V strode in. "I want the rest of you out searching for him in the city, but before you go, first let's get an update from our very own Katie Couric." He nodded at Vishous. "Katie?" V's glare was the ocular version of a fully extended middle finger"
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humor
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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91f3bdc
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"Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school." ... "And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- " "See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect!"
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son
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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bff0bb4
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Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.
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karma
parenthood
wrath
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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870a9a0
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"Beth," he whispered. "Come back to me."
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black-dagger-brotherhood
wrath
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J. R. Ward |
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43b6e3a
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"Wrath jammed a finger in V's face. "Don't follow me. We clear? You don't follow me." "You stupid fool," V said with total exhaustion. "You're the king. We all must follow you."
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wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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d54e226
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I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret was there, and it was a dark one, but I just couldn't reach it. Nearly drove me mad.
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lover-avenged
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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aadf9d0
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"Tears shone in Lucien's remaining eye as he raised his hands and removed the fox mask. The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome--his features sharp and elegant. But my host was looking at Tamlin now, who slowly faced my dead body. Tamlin's still-masked face twisted into something truly lupine as he raised his eyes to the queen and snarled. Fangs lengthened. Amarantha backed away--away from my corpse. She only whispered "Please" before golden light exploded. The queen was blasted back, thrown against the far wall, and Tamlin let out a roar that shook the mountain as he launched himself at her. He shifted into his beast form faster than I could see--fur and claws and pound upon pound of lethal muscle. She had no sooner hit the wall than he gripped her by the neck, and the stones cracked as he shoved her against it with a clawed paw. She thrashed but could do nothing against the brutal onslaught of Tamlin's beast. Blood ran down his furred arm from where she scratched. The Attor and the guards rushed for the queen, but several faeries and High Fae, their masks clattering to the ground, jumped into their path, tackling them. Amarantha screeched, kicking at Tamlin, lashing at him with her dark magic, but a wall of gold encompassed his fur like a second skin. She couldn't touch him. "Tam!" Lucien cried over the chaos. A sword hurtled through the air, a shooting star of steel. Tamlin caught it in a massive paw. Amarantha's scream was cut short as he drove the sword through her head and into the stone beneath. And then closed his powerful jaws around her throat--and ripped it out."
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animalistic
beast
emotional-tears
fury
high-fae
high-lord
kill
lucien
mask
rage
tamlin
wrath
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Sarah J. Maas |
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bca06b3
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He was in that humour when a man will cut off his nose to spite his face
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vengeance
wrath
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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468f523
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Timid people always reek their peevishness on the gentle.
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fear
wrath
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George Eliot |
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cd119af
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Wrath: look at how their folklore portrays our species. There's Dracula for Christ's sake, an evil bloodsucker who preys on the defenseless. There's piss-poor B movies and porn. And don't get me started on the whole Halloween thing. Plastic fangs. Black capes. The only thing the idiots got right are that we drink blood and that we can't go out in daylight. The rest is bullshit, fabricated to alienate us and stimulate fear in the masses. Or just as offensive, the fiction used to create some kind of mystique for bored humans who think the dark side is a fun place to visit.
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humor
irony
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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147ed2b
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Logic was puny in the face of my wrath. Logic was puny and magic was mighty: I had just gotten rebirthed, refilled and renewed, and was fast on my way to resentful.
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wrath
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C.E. Murphy |
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7cdc084
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Wrath to Butch : I always knew you were a royal; just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass part is all.
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j-r-bdb
j-r-ward
lover-revealed
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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731747c
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... a son?
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wrath
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Ward J. R. |
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e713d07
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"He was taking another hit from his short-and-squat of Goose when his eyes skipped to the arched doorway of the room. Jane hesitated as she glanced inside, her white coat opening as she leaned to the side, as if she were looking for him. When their eyes met, she smiled a little. And then a lot. His first impulse was to hide his own grin behind his Goose. But then he stopped himself. , he thought. Jane gave a short wave and played it cool, which was what they usually did when they were together in public. Turning away, she headed over to the bar to make herself something. "Hold up, cop," V murmured, putting his drink down and bracing his cue against the table. Feeling like he was fifteen, he put his hand-rolled between his teeth and tucked his wife-beater tightly into the waistband of his leathers. A quick smooth of the hair and he was . . . well, as ready as he could be. He approached Jane from behind just as she struck up a convo with Mary--and when his pivoted around to greet him, she seemed a little surprised that he'd come up to her. "Hi, V . . . How are--" Vishous stepped in close, putting them body to body, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist. Holding her with possession, he slowly bent her backward until she gripped his shoulders and her hair fell from her face. As she gasped, he said exactly what he thought: "I missed you." And on that note, he put his mouth on hers and kissed the ever-living hell out of her, sweeping one hand down to her hip as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, and kept going and going and going . . . He was vaguely aware that the room had fallen stone silent and that everything with a heartbeat was staring at him and his mate. But whatever. This was what he wanted to do, and he was going to do it in front of everyone--and the king's dog, as it turned out. Because Wrath and Beth came in from the foyer. As Vishous slowly righted his , the catcalls and whistling started up, and someone threw a handful of popcorn like it was confetti. "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Hollywood said. And threw more popcorn. Vishous cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to make." Right. Okay, there were a lot of eyes on the pair of them. But he was so going to suck up his inclination to bow out. Tucking his flustered and blushing Jane into his side, he said loud and clear: "We're getting mated. Properly. And I expect you all to be there and . . . Yeah, that's it." Dead. Quiet. Then Wrath released the handle on George's harness and started to clap. Loud and slow. "About. Fucking. Time."
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everyone
jane
kisses
mated
popcorn
rhage
shellan
vishous
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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eb32848
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"Wrath held her even closer, right to his beating chest. ". . . a son?" "Yes. A son." All of a sudden, he felt the biggest, widest, happiest grin hit his face, the g*dd*mn thing stretching his cheeks until they hurt, making his eyes water from the strain, pulling at his temples until they burned. And the joy wasn't just on his puss. A flush so great it burned him alive flooded through his body, cleansing him in places he didn't know were dirty, washing out cobwebs that had crept into his corners, making him feel alive in a way he hadn't been in a very, very long time. Before he knew what he was doing, he burst to his feet with Beth in his arms, leaned back, and hollered at the top of his lungs, with more pride than his six-foot-nine frame could hold. "A soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon! I'm having a soooooooooooooooooooooooon!" -Wrath & Beth" --
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beth
happiness
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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b3c5082
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"Are you holding her?" Wrath asked. There was a pause. "As soon as I get this bow tied in the back--hold on, girlie. Okay, up you go. She's in a pink dress that Cormia made her by hand. I hate pink. I like it on her, though--but keep that to yourself." Wrath flexed his hands. "What's it like?" "Not totally hating pink? Pretty fuck--ehrm, frickin' emasculating." "Yeah." "Do not tell me Lassiter's been metrosexualizing even you. I heard he talked Manello into going for a pedicure with him--but I'm praying that's just gossip." -Wrath & Zsadist"
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gossip
nalla
pink
wrath
zsadist
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J.R. Ward |
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2f5216b
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"You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down"-Tohr to Wrath."
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black-dagger-brotherhood
dark-lover
j-r-ward
tohr
tohrment
wrath
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J.R. Ward |
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98a1d9a
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"Abruptly, the sea of people parted . . . and then there they were. Bella, with Nalla in her arms, Z standing beside his girls. Beth broke down all over again as the female came forward. God, it was impossible not to remember how Nalla had started this, putting into motion the need that had become undeniable. Bella was tearing up, too, as she stopped. "We just want to say yay!" At that moment, Nalla reached out to Beth, a gummy smile on her face, pure joy radiating out. No turning that down, nope, not at all. Beth took the little girl out of her mother's arms and positioned her on her chest, capturing one of the pinwheeling hands and giving kisses, kisses, kisses. "You ready to be a big . . ." Beth glanced at Z and then her husband. ". . . a big sister?" Yes, Beth thought. Because that's what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. "Yes, she is," Bella said as she wiped under her eyes and looked back at Z. "She is so ready." "My brother." Z shoved out his palm, his scarred face in a half smile, his yellow eyes warm. "Congratulations." Instead of shaking anything, Wrath shoved that ultrasound picture into his Brother's face. "Do you see him? See my son? He's big, right, Beth?" She kissed Nalla's supersoft hair. "Yes." "Big and healthy, right?" Beth laughed some more. "Big and healthy. Absolutely perfect." "Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it--I mean, she went to medical school." Even Z started laughing at that point. Beth gave Nalla back to her parents. "And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career--" "See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect! Where's the champagne? Fritz! Get the fucking champagne!"
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bella
beth
family
nalla
pride
wrath
zsadist
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J.R. Ward |
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cffb19b
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"Wrath watched the doctor go through the little monitoring room and out into the hall. A moment later, she returned with the tall, thin physician. Havers bowed to him and to Beth through the glass and then went over to the monitors. Both of them assumed the identical pose: bent at the waist, hands in the pockets, brows down low over their eyes. "Do they coach them to do that in medical school?" Beth said. "Funny, I was wondering the same thing." -Beth & Wrath"
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haha
havers
jane
medical-school
wrath
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J.R. Ward |