2,747 Quotes About Paranormal-romance

The music seemed to fade into silence. It was just the two of them. He could kiss her, or he could bite her. Both possibilities were equally tempting as she looked up at him from under her long, dark lashes.

When she moved away from him now it didn’t stink of retreat. Instead it felt as though she had seized the high ground as she sat gracefully on the ledge of the window. She crossed her long legs and her short dress hiked up another inch. The night sky — vast and open without any tall buildings blocking its reach — seemed to both swallow her and retreat from the immensity of her presence.

I’ve waited my entire life to find you, and I’ll protect you, or die trying.

Are you all right?” he asked.“I’m dead,” she drawled. Her hands extended toward him and she wiggled her fingertips spookily. “The spirits of this place command you to leave.

Jillian took another step. The weaving abruptly stopped, and she pressed the blade of his own knife to his neck. He felt its cold bite. Their gazes met.“I have just one question for you,” she whispered. The edge broke skin effortlessly, and he felt blood trickle down his throat in a thin fracture. Her green eyes flickered to the wound, and Luca knew it had already healed.“Then ask.”“Do you sparkle?

She might dress like them, but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She simply did not belong.

Did she realize how vulnerable she was? Of course she did. She didn’t strike Luca as a stupid girl. He doubted he could catch her by surprise if he wanted to attack her. Luckily for her, he didn’t want to attack. Only to kidnap her away from the sun.

This was a trial of his restraint and he was winning. But barely.

Her good eye, though bloodshot and tired, gleamed with mischief. He saw through the bruises adorning her. She was beautiful and conniving.“Are you asking me to run away with you?” She intertwined her bandaged fingers with his the same way she had at the club. He felt control of the situation transferring into her hands as it had then.