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Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.
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V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?" Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body. "We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered."
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romance
humor
rhage
vampire
paranormal
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I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.
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xhex
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Thanks for putting me up for it ... ." As V's eyes flared, Butch said, "Yeah, I looked up what the word meant. 'Beloved Friend' fits you perfect as far as I'm concerned." V Flushed. Cleared his throat. "Good Deal, cop. Good... deal."
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vishous
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Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he? "No." V said. "You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true." There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit." Butch glanced over at Hollywood. "You're sick, you kn..
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You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath
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Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?" Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?"
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They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate. "Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on." "They're for fighting, not fashion." "So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan." "And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off." Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me."
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romance
humor
vishous-vampire
butch-vishous
paranormal-romance
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Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts
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The necklace was a good excuse," he murmured. "For what?" "I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe... you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so I've been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker..." He ..
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tear-jerker
sweet
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4061b16
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For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.
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phury
zsadist
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You're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it."
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friendship
humor
vampire
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Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.
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God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy. Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types. But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard? Eugene?
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dark-lover
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Ride?" Rhage snorted. "Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop." When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers. "What." Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. "I can laugh, you know. And that's . . . pretty damn funny." Rhage beamed. "I knew I liked you."
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All I know is, she's a pounding in my chest that I can't ignore. . . hell, that I don't WANT to ignore. [Rhage]
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And if that bastard's innocent," Rhage spoke up, "I'm the fucking Easter bunny." "Oh, good," someone quipped. "I'm calling you Hop-along Hollywood from now on." "Beasty Bo Peep," somebody else threw out. "We could put you in a Cadbury ad and finally make some money--" "People," Rhage barked, "the point is that he is not innocent and I'm not the Easter bunny--" "Where's your basket?" "Can I play with your eggs?" "Hop it out, big guy--..
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A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.
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unopened
book
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The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage "That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury"
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dark
view-point
comedy
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Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.
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romance
humor
jane
vampire
paranormal
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97e5bda
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Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK. - Jane
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humor
insane-in-the-membrane
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6118998
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Pull up your big girl panties and just do it.
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Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.
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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..
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lover-awakened
phury
rhage
tohrment
zsadist
wrath
vishous
butch
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But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for...or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.
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life-lessons
humor
wisdom
life-sucks
random
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You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.
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Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath
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dark-lover
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She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.
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zsadist
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Your hands on a gun butt right now, isn't it? Afraid of me?" "Just want to make sure I can take care of you." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, in case you need Glock-to-mouth-resuscitation."
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The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.
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tohr
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After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.
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The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. "Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears."
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dark-lover
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I came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you." -Vishous" --
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j-r-ward
vishous
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Shit. . . this was a bad idea. A pure-blooded, bonded male vampire about to watch his shellan feed someone else. Holy hell, when the Scribe Virgin had suggested Beth come down, V had assumed it was for ceremonial purposes, not so she could be a vein. But what was the choice? Butch was going to suck Marissa dry and not have enough and there wasn't another female in the house who could do the job: Mary was still human and Bella was pregnant. ..
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Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan. Beth: "Is that vampire talk for bitch?"
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dark-lover-p-248
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Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.
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Look, you didn't fail me. Because you can't fail at the impossible." -Zsadist to Phury"
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Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought,
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love
quinn
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Red Sox looked around Jane at the patient, "Your mind reading coming back?" "With her? Sometimes?" "Huh. You getting anything from anyone else?" "Nope." Red Sox repositioned his hat. "Well, ah...let me know if you pick up shit from me, k? There are some things that I'd prefer to keep private, feel me?" "Roger that. Although I can't help it sometimes." "Which is why I'm going to take up thinking about baseball when you're around." "Thank fuc..
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Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
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dark
love
phury
ruin
endings
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Okay. Right. Horror meets romance meets erotica meets fantasy meets hip hop. Throw in some leather and some Miami Ink shit, stir with a baseball bat and a tire iron, sprinkle on some baby powder, and serve over a hot bed of Holy-Mary-mother-of-God-this-has-to-work-or-I'm-going-to-be-a-lawyer-for-the-rest-of-my-natural-life. No problem." (J.R. Ward on the elements of writing the Black Dagger Brotherhood)"
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You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, 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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V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. "Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you."
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fantasy
jane-witcomb
vishous
paranormal
paranormal-romance
vampires
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J.R. Ward |
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ef4d2ee
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They'd just left when Zsadist came in at a dead run. "Shit, shit, shit..." What's doing, my brother?" "I'm teaching and I'm late." Zsadist grabbed a sleeve of bagels, a turkey leg out of the refridge and a quart of ice cream from the freezer. "Shit." "That's your breakfast?" "Shut up. It's almost a turkey sandwich."
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