Paranormal Romance Quotes - Page 4

He's reading a book called Great Warlocks of the 18th Century, and to get this ball rolling before Dean Devlin shows up and rains on our private parade, I snort and ask, "Good book?"
I forget I'm pretending to be sitting behind my two-thousand-ninety-eight-page Highlights of Modern Chemistry book, so he snorts back. "Better than yours.

Everything I have ever wanted to be, every dream, every desire is reflected in your eyes.

It's true; most souls come here in whatever clothing they died in, truly unfortunate for the people who died naked. Of course, it's really worse for us than them. Most people don't look good without their clothes,...

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.

“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

I'm a whore!"
Miki hit the brakes...her hands.. gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara. "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
Sara let out a strangled squeal...

Misery, thy name is Mudslide

The difference between vampires and angels? Angels are real.

She was addicted to literature like some people were addicted to heroin.

Stupid werewolf ninja sperm.

The world is not full of crazy ninja perfume ladies!

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.

I now can say I no longer fear death. Instead welcome it with open arms…

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn't meet when she closed her hand around him.

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.
"Take off your coat."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it off."
"No."
"I want it off."
"Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. - Eric