7 Quotes by Nikki Landis

As he plunged inside her with his tongue, delving deep into her inner core, he knew the sweet nectar was heaven itself. He licked his lips, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. He wanted more. Always more.

I feel everything with you. Every beat of your heart. Every breath in your chest. We are like one body now, so close it feels as though I could hold you in my heart forever.” He smiled gently. “But when you are in pain, when you suffer, all the agony and pain cross that barrier and it lands in my chest. I could not breathe. I could not focus. I wanted to rip my beating heart from my chest.

He kissed me again, slowly pulling his hand away as it skimmed across my cheek and then along my neck. He kissed me in a way that made me forget the world around us, melting it all away, little by little, until all that remained was the two of us. Just two people who loved each other with every breath in their bodies. And nothing in the universe meant more, before or after, than the touch of his lips and the consistent beating of his devoted heart.

We all consist of both good and evil, both light and darkness. It is our choices Rhiannon, the day to day struggle, and how we choose to live, that define us.

I have seen the flame that burns within you,” his thumb brushed across my bottom lip, “and it glows, brighter than ever, shining like the northern star high in the sky, and nothing is going to distinguish that fire.

Andre stood, his body vibrating with anger, hurt, and resignation. He began to run. Fast. A blur of shadow streaking across the darkening city. The beast inside him needed to feed. Needed to sink his teeth into warm flesh. Blood. The bitter fluid called to him. It whispered in the fading light of dusk. Like a long lost lover it beckoned him. Sultry. Seductive. Sweet.

Before the reaper could react, the Darkness had grabbed him by the neck and hauled him from his feet into the air. Dangling, at his master’s mercy, he was forced to look into his eyes. A dark swirling mass of shadows, weaving in and out – the mirror image of captured souls and walls of blue flame – burned inside his omniscient being.