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Rehvenge bowed his head. "I'm just glad you'll have me." The words were so quiet and humble, at odds with the incredible breadth of his shoulders. "How could I not?" He shook his head back and forth slowly. "Ehlena..." Her name was spoken roughly, as if there were a lot more words behind it, words he couldn't bear to speak. She didn't understand, but she knew what she wanted to do. Ehlena took her foot from him, got down on her own kn..
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No lie. I might fuck with your bathroom. But never, ever about this." Rhage's"
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Entering yet another code, she took the passageway to Rehv's office, and when she came through his door, the three males around the desk all looked at her warily. She took up res against the black wall across from them. "What." Rehv leaned back in his chair, crossing his fur-clad arms over his chest. "Are you getting ready to go into your needing." As he spoke, Trez and iAm both made the Shadow hand motion for warding off disaster. "God..
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Isn't it wonderful not to have to be perfect to be loved?
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Blay leaned in, his upper lip peeling back from his fangs. "Just so we're clear, your cousin is giving me what I need. All day long. Every day. You and me?" He motioned back and forth between them with the cigarette. "We work together. That's it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I 'need' to know something. Ask yourself, 'If I were flipping burgers at McDonald's, would I be telling the fucking fry guy this?' If the answer..
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Phury laid a hard one on the male's mouth, the kiss a punch between faces, not anything even remotely sexual. And he did it only to wipe the expression off the bastard's face. It worked. The Reverend stiffened and growled, and Phury knew he'd called the guy's bluff. But just to make sure the lesson was learned, he clipped the male's lower lip with a fang.
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You know what kind of man Assail is. You know his business." "And." As those old eyes glared right back at her, she wanted to curse some more. But she knew better. And she should have known "criminals" and "against-the-law" were relative terms to her vovo. The woman had a long history with people who were less than on the up-and-up. Make that loved ones who were not all that law-abiding. Fine, time to bring out the big guns, Sola thought. "..
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Ruhn had bared his fangs--which had descended all the way, their points like those of knives--and his already big body seemed to have swelled with aggression, becoming something huge and very deadly. As Saxton noted the transformation, his brain bifurcated, half of it remaining engaged with Minnie and the story...and the other part? All he could think of was what it would be like to have sex with that.
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Staring at her in his arms, he knew that he would lay his life down for hers without regret. He would slay dragons and move mountains for her. He would conquer whole worlds at her command and starve to skin and bones just to ensure she had food. She was not his sun or moon, but his galaxy.
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Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions.
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I got to go! Bye!" "You're ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing--" Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too."
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In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.
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He'll never get out of there," V sneered, his icy eyes flaring with pure violence. "Not alive, at any rate." "Good thing you have more than one table." Butch clapped his bestie on the shoulder. "You sick fuck." "Don't knock it till you tried it." "Nah, I'm a good Catholic boy. I go that route and my body would incinerate on the spot--and not from hot wax." "Pansy." "Pervert." The pair of them chuckled at their inside joke and then got ..
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What is this, Ruhn thought...especially as sexual arousal curled around his hips, sure as if hands were touching him-- Saxton looked over without warning and stopped as he saw that he was in the regard of another.
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They clapped palms and John dragged the other male off the snow with his good arm. Then they walked off into the night, side by side. It was almost, John reflected, as if they'd done this before-- Murhder started to whistle a cheery little tune, and John had to do a double take. After a silent laugh, John joined in, finding a perfect harmony: "Don't Worry, Be Happy." When Murhder started doing a hop'ita-skip'ita every third step, John Fred ..
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If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.
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Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.
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As she told her staff, there was always time to hold someone's hand or listen to their worries or offer a shoulder to cry on, because in the blink of an eye you could be on the other side of that conversation. After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where sh..
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Remember, forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, hiding isn't a long-term strategy, and distraction isn't your friend.
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And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!
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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 co..
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Up in front, Fritz, as his name was, was driving like a bat out of hell--not exactly something you expected from a butler who looked like he was seven thousand years old.
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Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.
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Shit," Rhage breathed. "I'm sorry. And shit, I shouldn't have said 'shit.' Fuck. I mean...damn it."
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true love required so much more than the boy-meets-girl stuff--and mutual attraction was the easy part:
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So you're really going to do this?" Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire's eyes met his own. "Yeah. I am." Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. "You're crazy, D." "You should know." Tohrment tilted his glass in deference. "But you're raising the bar." -Tohrment & Darius"
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All the deeds done in a moment that had repercussions which lasted a lifetime.
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You can trust me, Novo. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.
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Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role.
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Easy, son," Wrath said. "Jesus Christ--" "Actually it's Lassiter," the man said, "in case you forgot."
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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..
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She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out.
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denying his cock wasn't an option: When he'd backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he'd been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny. Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin? Rolling
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Hey, can I help you--whoa!" As he wheeled around and settled into his attack stance, the black human salesperson jumped back and put his palms up. "Forgive me," Xcor muttered. At least he hadn't outed one of his weapons. "No problem." The handsome, well-dressed man smiled. "You looking for something specific?" Xcor glanced around, and nearly walked back to that fancy stairwell. "I require a new shirt." "Oh, cool, you got a hot date?" ..
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Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....
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here's your change and receipt. You want a bag for your old stuff?" "Yes, please. Thank you." A big white bag with a red star was passed over the console. "Thanks for coming in--my name's Antoine, by the way. If you want to come back for shoes." After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. "Your assistance has been much appreciated." Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on th..
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When he was finished, she started to get off the bed. She didn't get far. With a great lurch, he pitched over onto his side and put his head in her lap, throwing one muscular arm around behind her. He was seeking comfort. Beth didn't know what she could really do for him, but she put the glass aside and stroked his back, running her hand over his fearsome tattoo. She murmured things she wished someone had whispered to her when she felt ill...
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You got hair like a girl," Mr. D said. "And you smell like bubble bath. At least I can get a trim." "I'm wearing Old Spice." "Next time try something stronger. Like horse manure." Mr."
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It was always better to follow a bumpy course of one's own than a smooth but intractable trail set by another.
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Even if I'm defending the rights of women?" "Until you grow a set of ovaries, you can shut the hell up about our rights!"
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Shit of ten horses," his twin said in the Old Language. "The new aftershave of the lessers," Phury muttered, rubbing his eyes."
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I think not all things have to be spoken to be understood.
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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 h..
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As iAm cracked the door to his brother's room, the poor bastard's suffering stained the very air, making it hard to breathe--and even see properly. Then again, everything was dark by design. "Trez?" The moaned answer was nothing good, a combination of wounded animal and sore throat from throwing up. iAm lifted his wrist into the light streaming in from behind and cursed at his Piaget. By this time, the SOB should have been solidly in r..
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