Ada Adams Quotes

Who are you?" I demanded when I was certain he couldn't escape my grip.
"I'm a twenty-four-year-old Taurus who enjoys long walks on the beach." Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel his arrogant grin.
"You have ten seconds to explain yourself," I ordered. "Or I'm really going to hurt you."
"Oh, come on! Can't we get back to the kissing? You can't tease a guy like that.

Oh, alright," I conceded. "But if you try something, I swear I'll use my pet dagger to cut off - "
"I said I'd behave! Though, you're making it kinda hard to be good with all that talk of wanting to have your way with me."
I released my grip on his neck and smacked the top of his head.

Which means, while you guys are off partying tomorrow, I'll be at home in my makeshift lab, playing with D's blood." I groaned. "You're even able to make a nice gesture sound appalling. How is that possible?" "Years of practice," he said, grinning.

If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.

Is there anything I can say to convince you to stay out of this?" he pleaded, his voice taking on a softer tone.
I shook my head. "Of course not."
"I didn't think so," he said miserably.

I saw you fall. Are you okay?" he asked. "Yup, great," I said, forcing a smile. "Dancing One, Dawn Zero.

He smelled like a sultry summer storm - cool, refreshing rain, sweltering, hot wind, and charged, electric thunder - all rolled up into one extremely enticing vampire being.

Do you see what I'm wearing?"
A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "I do." In a blink of an eye, his smile vanished. "But, to my misfortune, so does everyone else in this place.

And ... Dawn?"
"Yes?"
"Be careful."
"Be careful dancing?"
He smiled. "The way you dance, that wouldn't be bad advice." Then he lost the smile and his cool eyes blazed with a strange current I'd never seen. "Be careful ... always.

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I don't think I've ever met a girl with a bazooka for a pet." Hunter looked both amazed and slightly frightened.
"That's Kitty," I said, pointing to the large weapon. "I got her for my tenth birthday.

Sebastian then turned to the redhead. I didn't want to know her name. I already had a perfectly fitting nickname for her in my head. "This is Selena Alvaro." "Please call me Lena," the girl smiled, extending a manicured hand. I shook it politely. Whatever Sebastian's issue was, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of showing that I cared. "Do you know Bast well?" she asked me.
Ugh. That nickname again. "I guess not," I replied curtly, shooting him a pointed look. "He's just one of the vampires in town.

Well, it's more like a sentence on life," he said, grinning. "I live by three rules: Don't dwell on the past, present, or future, party hard, and never fall in love. Easy.

I said I wasn't going to hurt you!" he growled, pinning me even further into the soft, wet earth.
"But I never said that I wouldn't hurt you!" I snapped.
He brought his face toward mine. "I'd like to see you try," he whispered.

Charlotte shrugged. "In the end, greed makes the world go round," she proclaimed. "Although, revenge isn't very far behind either." She chuckled at her own joke.

Trouble in paradise? Want me to talk to him for you?" he offered. "I'm sure I can convince him to come crawling back. Even literally, if you're into that kind of kinky stuff.

You'd think bad guys would get a little creative," Razor whispered as we crawled under the fence. "Old, abandoned buildings are such a cliché.

Razor noticed. "You know him," he said, narrowing his eyes.
I nodded.
He arched a brow. "Hmm ... know him or know-know him?"
"That's none of your business," I snapped.

For the first time since we began our sparring match, I was suddenly aware of him - all of him. Aware of the soft black curls tumbling across his forehead; aware of the firm muscles on his chest and stomach; aware of the intense heat in his silver eyes. Most of all, I was aware of the strong current coursing through my body, luring me toward him. Without further hesitation, he laced his fingers through my hair and pulled me deeper into him. His lips collided against mine, drawing me out of the darkness toward a warm, safe light. With a simple kiss, he had managed to dispel so much of my pain.

I thought that you said that your name was reserved only for family." A small smile broke through his stoic expression.
"The way I see it, even if you don't come around and realize that you can't resist my striking looks and enticing charm, and that you desperately want to spend the rest of your life in my arms - "
"Which will never happen ... "
" - you'll eventually end up with my silly little brother. Who, just to warn you, despite being a great guy, is nowhere near as handsome and charming as I.

I have no idea what he wants. Maybe he needs to remind you to pack your skimpiest swimsuit." He paused. "Oh, wait, no. That's me." He grinned as I rolled my eyes.
"Why do I even try to have normal conversations with you?" I asked him. "Because you like talking to me.

Sophie nodded. "She's right. It's almost like they were…zombies."
"Zombies?" I asked in disbelief.
"I know how it sounds, but it's the truth," Brooke said. "We were attacked by zombified vamps and weres." She paused. "Okay…now that I've said it out loud, it does sound really stupid."
"It's not like they were actual dead zombies, though," Seth explained. "More like, robots."
Brooke rubbed her temples. "Now you're bringing robots into this? You think that will help our case?"
"Yes," Seth growled. "Better than zombie vamps.

Don't worry, even if I don't tell them, my little brother will. I'm pretty sure he was born for the sole purpose of making my life a living hell," Seth muttered, then noticing that his parents' friends were drawing near, rushed off to hide.

They managed to describe fifteen different weapons you're an expert in, but they couldn't even mention that I'm running for prom queen?" Brooke moaned.

I reached for her through the darkness, but she was gone. Like dominoes folding over, the rest of the mirrors collapsed down on top of me. The impact caused the world around me to vanish.

I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions about my dance partners."
He raised his arms in defense. "All I'm saying is that the guy let you trip and fall. I worry about you dancing in someone else's arms.

Oh, alright. You're no fun," he sighed. "My name is Razor."
"What kind of a name is that?"
"It's a nickname."
"What kind of a nickname is that?"
"Spike, Blade, Fang - all the good, deadly objects were already taken. It was the best I could do.