Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm kind of surprised to find lecturing about underage girls.
Ho capito che portavi guai non appena ti ho visto. Sei la figlia di Janine Hathaway." "Sono Rose Hathaway" lo corressi, visto che non gradivo di essere associata a mia madre. "Piacere di conoscerti, Rose Hathaway." Mi allungò una mano inguantata che...
Bé" disse lui di buon grado, "visto che sono uno psicopatico e anche un ragazzo, questo spiega il perché siamo così amici.
Do not do that again," he said stiffly. "Don't kiss me back then," I retorted. He stared at me for what seemed like forever. "I don't give 'Zen lessons' to hear myself talk. I don't give them because you're another student. I'm doing this to teach yo...
Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.
Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Co...
Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trus...
A reaper in a bubble bath? What an affront to the dignity of death.
You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
So...Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?" "Yes." "Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do." I resisted the urge to smack him. "Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do someth...
Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.
Too bad. Family members hit you by accident. Psychopathic whores tend to come back for more.
This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen.
He'd barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I'd just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors had been there to grade me on such an awesome performance.
The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.
Where are you going?" he asked. "To break someone's heart," I replied.
I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha toge...
You know what would help?" I asked, not meeting his eyes. "Hmm?" "If you turned off this crap music and put on something that came out after the Berlin Wall went down." Dimitri laughted. "Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything ...
