Paranormal Romance Quotes - Page 32

Your hair is like butterflies,” Sebastian said, giggling like a child.“That’s nice,” Firen said impatiently. “Keep moving.”“Fantastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,” Gabriella quipped.

As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.

Virginia McKevitt

I wasn’t sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

Shannon A. Thompson

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

Shannon A. Thompson

Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

I promise to tell you everything you want, but first I want something from you in return. What do you want? Olivia asked. I want a kiss, William said. You and I, we're making a deal of sorts...a bargain that we will keep each other's secrets...

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

Shannon A. Thompson

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

Shannon A. Thompson

I refuse to live in a constant fighting match, Landon. It will not do!' 'And I’ve tried living without you, and it just won’t do!

How charming. The king and his little princess knocking on my covens door.” Ursula sighed dramatically. “What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.”-Ursula

She probably fell asleep and was washed away by the tortoise waves!”-Arista

Father, what are you to do now?”Triton’s sneer grew scarier. “She broke the law.” turning away from the terrified faces of his daughters. “She must die.

I do love you. I love you enough to accept who you are. Why can’t I received the same feeling in return?”-Ariel

Running her fingers on the scales, she sighs. “I wonder what its like to be a human?”“Why won’t you just go and find out?” the question startled her. She whirled around to come face to face with her evil aunt; Ursula.

King Yorandt to Kristina in book three of Fracture the Secret Enemy Saga~Secretsrelease date: Summer 2014 Even the master does not play perfectly. He can only hope to make fewer mistakes than his opponent, and that in the end, he is the victor. Sajah (chess) is a ruthless game where the pieces are all pawns and the Queen is the true killer. She spares no one to protect the king. The king however, is ruled by all of the pieces that lay before him, even his opponent. Every move is a decision that can change the whole board, and the endgame.

Virginia McKevitt

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

Christy A. Campbell

Please don’t forget me, don’t let me fade away… I was here, I lived, and I loved…

Dannielle Wicks

Everyone has a monster inside

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “.

Let’s all try to be fearless, sometimes we wish for the most perfect of outcomes and we arrive at the most unforgettable. Life can be scary and leave us hiding, but when we come out of hiding, we may realize, that life was the one thing that we could always count on…

It brought a lot of joy to me to be in his arms.

Brey King

Im not looking for perfection, just perfect flaws.

Kierra C.T. Banks

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

Michelle Hughes

This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.

Kassandra Cross

They say I should stay away from you,” I said. “They said you’re not good for me.” t“I’m not,” he said with a wicked smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more fun?

Kassandra Cross

Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn't meet when she closed her hand around him.

Games are never over because you think them so! Which is why I like you. Are you doing what you want to do...or are you simply another piece of a darkened puzzle? Your own actions predetermined by powers higher than yourself?

Being content isn’t good enough. You deserve so much more—passion, joy, and excitement...

Everything about her always seemed to dance. Her lips as she spoke, her eyes as she laughed, even her hands as she made the cup of coffee I just ordered.

A part of me didn't want to need anyone, miss anyone, even love anyone, It'd always been me against the world, and I didn't altogether enjoy that I was starting to lose that feeling. It usually meant that something awful was going to happen

Tijan

It was the calm before the storm, and holy crap, my bones knew it was going to be the storm of my life.

Tijan

Everything had become chaotic, and I wasn't sure how much more I wanted to take

Tijan

I was choosing, and I was choosing Kellan.

Tijan

I'm a demon. I'm more than half-demon, and that means I can only love one person.” He watched me from his pillow. “You. Only you

Tijan

The only god thing in me, is you. If you die, there's no redemption for me. I'll become a full demon.

Tijan

The only spark of humanity in me is from you, because I love you. If you die, so do I.

Tijan

He protected me. He killed for me. He would do anything for me.

Tijan

We were strong separately, but when we were together, we were impenetrable.

Tijan

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her d

I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.

I can’t let it happen. I can’t risk it. I have to protect you, and I will. With every breath in me, I will.

And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only home he’d ever known, but he could never give her up. He’d keep her, enjoy her and love her as long as he could.

What kind of life is that? Do you know? Do you? Because I know. I lived that life. For years I lived it. Without you. And I've never been more miserable. I'd rather fight everyday to keep you near me than have you walk away. I'd rather pay that price, Max. I'm not afraid to pay it. I can't believe you're standing here telling me that you are." ~Layla to Max; TORN

If you do nothing more in life do what you love. It may not make you rich, but it will always make you happy.

She could just kill them. If she did they would be healed again in moments ☥ She'd better let sleeping demons lie. "Enlightenment." Coming soon

Real vampires don't get pain, we give it." Florence da Vinci, Real Vampires Live Large

A novel is a bridge from one heart to another. - Anon

Oooo wee! You see that chump go flying? Look’eah, nothing like charred demon to make a brotha feel right. - Calvin Freeman (Sineaters‬:Devotion Book One)

Without thinking, I step a little closer, reaching out slowly to slide a fingertip over the largest petal of the lily tattoo on her lower back. Instantly a vibration moves up my arm, and I swear the mark on my hand burns against my skin.I clench my fingers into a fist, but I don’t step away.“Did you feel that?” she asks.I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I feel so much, always so much.She takes my hand and brings it to her side again, resting it on the violets. I look at thepurple flowers between my fingers and feel the heat of her skin, the way it slides beneath my palm, soft as silk. And that vibration moves through my arm again.Her breath quickens.I find myself moving closer as her blue eyes go wide with wonder. My heart stutters and my chest aches with some unknown need.“Are you doing this?” I ask. Is she making me want this?“No,” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as statues on the outside, but inside I’m running, running toward a place I’ve never been. I should be terrified. But all I feel is strength. Rightness.And then Kara moves, her hands skimming up my chest, testing the boundaries. Her palms slide to my shoulders, her fingers tracing the line of the muscles in my arms, down to my waist. She grips my shirt, stretching it a little, waiting for me to tell her to stop. But I watch her lift it, let her pull it up, raising my arms, and I even take the last of it off myself, dropping it to the floor.We breathe, staring at each other.The vibrations move between us. My left arm buzzes with them. I think she’s doing it. Whatever’s happening, it’s her.I reach up and brush my marked knuckles across her cheek, amazed at the feel of her, the way her eyes seem to see everything, the way she pulls me into her. I can’t seem to remember why I shouldn’t kiss her. And kiss her. And . . .I kiss her, taking her face in both hands, skimming my thumb over her jaw as she leans into the touch, reaching out to curl her fingers around the back of my neck. I have to remind myself to breathe. I need more of her. The emotions roll over me in a rush, a tangle of sensation and movement, heat and sugar and heady aromas.I grip her tighter.Her nails dig into my shoulders. My hands slide down her spine. The kiss deepens, goes on forever, until I can barely see sense. I explore her shape, the feel of her ribs, the textures and taste of her skin on my tongue as I kiss her neck, her shoulders, her chest. As I draw trembling gasps from her lips, she grips me so hard it hurts.Our bodies mesh. Our breath mingles in frenzied desperation. Nothing else exists except her. Her warmth. Her spice. Her.

Rachel A. Marks

Inside the flower, within the very structure of its petals, my soul is an element of nature, at one with the blooming Meadow Pinx in the fields on the coast of Marnan.

M. Larose

Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.

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