Larissa Ione Quotes - Page 2

What's going on?" Kynan asked Luc smiled, which was little more than a baring of his teeth. "She's a warg. She knows I know, but I'm guessing her human buddies don't know. She's afraid I'll tell." "Are you going to?" "That depends." "On what?" Luc's voice dropped an octave. "Whether or not she gives me what I want." "And that is?" "Fifteen minutes. Naked." "That's blackmail." Luc snorted. "Wargs call it negotiation." "So you want fifteen minutes...what will she want?" "With me?" Luc winked. "Two hours.

Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-

So,uh, where am I, exactly ? And what do you plan on doing with me ?" "You're at Underworld General Hospital. As you can probably guess, we specialize in nonhuman medical care. Our location is secret, so don't ask." "UGH ? Your hospital is called 'ugh' ? Oh, that's precious.

Raynor slapped her so hard her teeth rattled and eyes stung, but she refused to react except to say saucily, "You must have heard how I like foreplay." "I hope you like it a lot, because with your mouth, you'll be getting it nonstop." "Goody," she said dryly. "Because I so love a man who needs to prove his masculinity by beating on women. Do you hit children and kick cats, too?

UG staff is patching up wargs, and all surviving Guardians are tied up," Wraith said, "But they could probably use some medical attention. Especially the one dipshit with the idiotic Mohawk. He lost a lot of blood." "Because you ate him," Sin said wryly. Wraith blinked with exaggerated innocence. "Fighting makes me hungry.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

She'd read somewhere that normal, healthy men got up to twenty erections a day. Um...yep, Ares was definitely healthy.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

I'm not going to pass out—” He cut her off with a kiss. “If you did, I'd catch you.

Your mom is my sunset, and you are my dawn.

I hate you.” “I know,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

I feel like I’m finally whole. I’m five thousand years old,” he rasped. “But the day you found me in the woods, that’s when my life started.

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.

You should smile more often.' 'Can't.' He grunted as he opened her shirt to expose her chest. 'My face might freeze like that.

What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

In fact, the males very rarely take permanent mates.' His skin was so tan. 'Why not?' 'Because we tend to kill the females.' Ah, well, okay. That wasn't cool.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

His voice was low and rough … “What about you? Do you like bad boys?” “There’s definitely appeal,” she breathed. “Good,” He bent and clipped her earlobe with his teeth … “Because they don’t come badder than me.

I didn't see any furry little James Bonds.

I suggested that someone grab Bill Gates and get him to install a new operating system, but apparently he's not a demon" At Reaver's eye roll she nodded. "Right? I was surprised too.