I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.

There was something soul-burningly about being on the brink of losing control, tumbling over into the unknown, and I wanted to fall and never resurface.—Jennifer L. Armentrout

¿Qué pasó con ese tipo? Actúo como si me odiara o algo.""No te odia, solo no confía en ti""¿Confiar qué? ¿Tu virtud?

¡Dulces bebes extraterrestres!

You're right. This is a lot. I faced him. I thought that you were normal. And you're not. You're telling me that I have the DOD gunning for me. That if I ever decide to leave this place, I'm going to be a Snack Pack for an Arum. And better yet, I am going to lose complete control over whatever powers I have and wipe out a family of four, then be put down! All I wanted to do today was eat some god damn fries and be normal!

Sporks are only used in the most dire situations.

I spun and jogged around the SUV. Climbing in I readjusted the seat from Godzilla setting to Normal so my feet could reach the pedals.

I don't think he meant to kiss me," I said finally."What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen.

The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.