Inger Iversen Quotes

I know you, but then again, I don't. I know what it's like to kiss you, but you always seem to stay at least three feet away from me. I know what it feels to lose you, but you've never been mine.

Fear and anger
an interesting yet dangerous cocktail of emotions for a person in your potion. Aleixandre

Of course when she finally found someone that listened to her, understood her, and was motivated by her to do better with himself, he had to be a vampire that was sent to kill her and then her father.

I lie in the dirt and pretend his words about my love don't hurt, but they slice me like the ice cold winds of winter. It takes all of the power I have left to lie there quietly and not remind him of the promises he has not kept.

What will happen between you and I, Ella? You will still want the normal life you have been fighting for, and I will be an ageless accessory in your life you will soon outgrow.

It is understood that inside even the most innocent of beings slumbers a beast. This beast, with proper coaxing can be released. But can it be controlled?

You can see in the dark, move incredibly fast, you don't spar - "
"Are you listing traits of fictional vamires?" he asked, amused, smirk still plastered on his face.
I almost felt embarrassed, but why should I? I didn't know about his vampiric traits, or until a few weeks ago, that he even existed.

Kale's body was the warmest I'd ever felt it. Normally his hands were freezing, but as he caressed the hem of my shirt, his thumb grazed my skin, sending sparks of heat up and down my spine. I'd never felt this way before-so alive that every inch of my body was so sensitive the mere thought of Kale's touch excited me. My need for Kale was so urgent it slammed through me like a freight train.

Laurent wanted to make sure you never came near me again. He just did not know that as time went on, the world would start to romanticize vampires - fictional characters or not.

Though he'd treated me like crap, I fell asleep thinking of how his bottom lip was slightly plumper than the top - perfect for kissing - and how those onyx eyes glittered when he first glanced at me. I knew he wouldn't be there in the morning, but I still hoped that I'd see him again.

A fire burned bright and warm in the hearth while Kale poured me a mug of hot chocolate. It was so weird to see him doing something so domestic. He was almost one hundred fifty years old and stood in front of me with a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

I could feel it in my bones that I was where I belonged-close to him.

My heart took control, and I reached behind his head and pulled Kale to my lips. Kale's lips felt exactly how I knew they'd feel. Soft, yet demanding, Kale gently parted my lips with his tongue and I was helpless to comply. My whole body felt alive with sparks of electricity, and every place Kale touched burned deliciously.

We know that something isn't right with you and Jace. You're both too strong, too fast, and Kale - dude, you keep sniffing the wind like a lost puppy that can turn into a Rottweiler at the first sign of trouble.

Of course there are urged that I fight against, but none stronger than the urge to hear your voice, touch your face, or now you are near. I will never want anything as much as I want you. Nothing in this world could taste better than your kiss. -Kale

He'd promised her forever, but now that there was another option, would he want to take it? He'd said not, but Bessina had butterflies taking up residence in her stomach at the thought. She had to know for sure.

There are some things that you should know about me. She meant her past, the things Eli had done to her and the things he'd taken from her. She thought it important to tell Trace because it was a shame that she did want to live with forever.

She pulled away, breathless, but Kale couldn't let her escape. He'd breathe for her if he could, but his lips belonged nowhere but on hers. His hands had no home but on her skin. She'd stolen his heart and now that she was there, he could feel the rhythmic thump in his chest that signaled that he was alive.

What did I do today that makes you think that I don't care to learn? Shit, Kale! I'm hungry, and this burning in my chest," - Deacon placed a beefy fist over his heart - "feels like it will never go away. And even if it does - even if I learn to control it - will still come back every night before I go to lay my head on that pillow.

Listen to me, to reason, and most of all your heart.