24 Quotes by Emily Poirier

I liked her laugh. It wasn't that magical, twinkling laugh that poets would have you hoping for, but it was real. It came from her gut, and it made every trace of worry and discomfort that had been plastered on her face up until now disappear.

Then she did that wonderful thing that good friends sometimes do when they look at you like you're hot shit and you should know it.

What do I do now?"Pity still filling her eyes, she shrugged and offered an apologetic smile. "You go home. Take care of that," she said, motioning to my arm, which was still bleeding a little and covered in dirt. "And I guess you try to forget that monsters are real.

My disappointment must have shown on my face because she continued with a chuckle, "I'm sorry this is such a letdown for you. I don't even keep bodies or blood in my fridge.""Are you even actually a vampire?" I asked in exasperation, shutting the fridge and turning to her. Up until that moment, I had been sure, but nothing was lining up with how things were supposed to go.

The words had a sharper sound than she meant to give them, sharpened by habit rather than intent, and she watched the smile on his lips falter.

You owe me nothing, Beauty,” he assured me. “Your only onus is to remain; companionship and support were never part of the bargain.”I laughed, which Beast didn’t seem to like. “No, but companionship and support aren’t usually effective bargaining tools anyway. Too fickle. Too difficult to enforce.

Was that approval? Or was that magic twisting his mouth before forbidden words were allowed to tumble out?

My lonely beast was just the same as his lonely beauty: two of a kind.

She's a big ol' nerd, I thought, leaning back with a soft chuckle. She'd become a vampire and spent her afterlife researching.