Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Quotes

Yes! Because you're an idiot! A complete idiot! Of course, he doesn't want you. You. Are. Not. Destined. To. Ever. Love. The Universe hates you. She always has, and she always will.

You will marry me. We will be together. I will not discuss this again." His dark eyes turned into bottomless, black pits. "Capisce?" he growled. Barbarian. Or, is he a medieval bastard? Dammit why didn't I pay closer attention to time periods in history class?

Sì, maybe I should consult Viktor. Niccolo pulled his phone from his pocket. His fingers jabbed at the miniature text pad with frustration:
H asked me 2 break 1 of my rules, then I should sleep w/ her. Yes? Niccolo hit send.
Viktor responded immediately: U mean sexting. right?
Niccolo: Sexting?
Viktor: Sex+texting.
Niccolo: Idiot. real sex.
Viktor: Dumbass! Then u lose chance 4 freedom.
Niccolo: Have lost it already. I think.
Viktor: K, then tell her who U R instead, ass.

Andrus turned the engine and gave her a suspicious look. "You smell like ... " He shifted into drive. "What?" "Nothing, but - did something happen inside?" Could he really smell ... that? He crinkled his nose. "Your face is red and your scent is ... " Oh, God. He can! Kill me now! Giant bomb, falling tree, spontaneous combustion ... anything!

I have every right. You were born to be mine. And you wish to deny me the right to say how I feel, to speak the truth?

What the hell?" Helena objected. "And would someone please flick a Bic or rub two sticks together? I want to die knowing exactly what killed me.

Becoming leader of this place had been his calling, but Liv had been his destiny.

I felt like I'd been licked by a hungry, dangerous lion. It felt fucking wonderful.

I hate that for a few hours I got a taste of a damned happy new life; then you snatched it all away. But

An hour later, a nameless, cold-faced man returned with a tray of fresh pasta, warm bread, and a few bags of brand new comfort clothes: yoga pants, tees, a few sports bras, and ... pink thong underwear? Well, of course. Wouldn't want to be held prisoner and have panty lines.

A tick of amusement flashed in Tomas' eyes. "I can see you are not quite comfortable with leaving your quarters just yet, so may I order you some food?" Helena lifted her chin. She was determined to bury her fear, and that included her wobbly knees that seemed to recognize she was talking to a lion who, under normal circumstances, viewed her as a tasty gazelle. "Sausage Pizza and ... Dr. Pepper." Tomas stared for several moments, fear filling his eyes. "I am certain we can find you a pizza, but I was not aware you are ill and require a doctor. Niccolo will have my head." This was going to be a very, very long day.

You have to believe you deserve the things you want and expect them to happen. Then you need the determination to see them through despite the obstacles.

It was funny - this man, or whatever he was, spoke with the naivety of child and the authority of a king. He was kind of sweet but a total a-hole at the same time. It was a strange combination.

I'd spent so much time thinking about the future and about becoming someone I could never be that I'd simply missed the point: I was alive. Now. This very moment. And that's all there was.

I am the captain of my own crunch.

I vote you fire him and then kick his ass so your liability is reduced to only your personal assets versus the company's.

He spoke like a man who'd been born in a barn and raised by a pile of porn magazines.

We fight every step of the godsdamned way, every godsdamned moment, for every godsdamned inch. We never give up. We never given in. Complacency is the devil if there was a devil. Which there is not. There's

For darn certain, that other sensation (which she was not going to think about) was her body telling her the time had come to give away that virginity of hers - just like those size seven jeans in the back of her closet. How unkind to keep something someone else could put to good use. Greedy, greedy girl.

Life was like a river, and the river flowed in one direction and one direction only. Sometimes it moved nice and easy through familiar territory; other times it became wild and turbulent and carried you to untamed lands. You either made the most of the ride or you didn't.

Any day now?" Viktor prodded. "Sì, sì. Do not get your…" Niccolo paused to recall the exact phrase. "Get your balls in a bunch." Viktor shook his head. "Panties." Niccolo frowned. "Why would you wear panties? Aren't those for females?" Viktor growled. "Can we go now?" "Yes, but I insist you tell me more about your man-panties later.

Am I really going to die?" Cimil's face lit up with shock. "Jeez. What kind of goddess do you think I am? We just met, and I only kill people I know.

I think it's because when I look at you, I see us. and we're beautiful together.

And, let me compliment your fashionable attire, my friend. Is naked the new black?" said Rodrigo. Apparently, the two men could see each other. That figures; all monsters can see in dark. "I am uncertain of what happened to the old black while I have been indisposed," Niccolo replied flatly.

I couldn't have been the first woman to hate him and want him.
And hate him some more.
After wanting him just a little more.
And feeling disgusted with myself for it.

Way to go. The last thing I want is to torment this poor woman with my potent masculinity. It is a curse to be so virile.

Now, I get how strange this is going to sound, but good old Craig here calling Mr. Cole a "fucking dick" somehow rubbed me the wrong way. I inexplicably felt like I was the only person in the world who'd earned that privilege.

Now if you'll excuse me, real life is calling and there's no room for self-righteous, delusional little girls. Big boys only.

That sports were theatrical events meant to fill a primal void created by the lack of bloodshed men craved.

Cimil watched Helena disappear into the pawnshop. "Ha! Did I tell you this was gonna be drama-tastic, or what?" she said toward the roof of the car. "Just wait 'til you see what I have coming next! That vampire's gonna be so jealous, his head's going to spin like a Beyblade.

In that moment, lying there on the floor in agony, he realized that was why his feelings for Liv had so drastically changed. Earlier, she had actually gotten up and attacked one of the men, trying to protect him. Him. A complete bastard who never did anything for anyone.

He's such a workaholic. Never stops to reflect, smell the roses. It's just kill, kill, protect, protect with that man.

But I think deep down inside I always knew that being genuinely ugly (not just "unattractive" as Asshole had called it) would slow me down.

I can't believe I almost walked away," she said in between kisses.
He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "I can't believe I almost let you.

If you love her, set her free. If she comes back, she's yours. If she doesn't ... Christ! Stubborn woman! Hunt her down, and bring her the hell back; she's still yours according to vampire law.
- Niccolo DiConti, General of the Vampire Queen's Army.

The corner of his mouth twitched with an arrogant smirk. "You are my mate, sì?" "Mate?" Like, as in…first? Buddy? Other shoe? Niccolo took another small step forward, lightly pressing his body, and every hard part in between, against hers. Her body instantly responded with prickly goose bumps. "Your mate," he said, then slowly bent his head to nuzzle her neck. "Designed by fate and the universe to be your ideal companion in every way.

a towering mass of lust-provoking maleness.

I'm sure no one will notice a seven-foot, shirtless man who looks like the mascot for the Thunder from Down Under."
"I do not know what flatulence has to do with any of this, but I trust you'll figure out how to disguise my brother.

Cold-blooded? Me? Hardly. I'm the ultimate purveyor of justice, an executioner with a flawless track record and crystal clear conscience.

Helena abruptly stopped, cursing herself for deciding to go on this stupid trip to the ruins. If only she'd stayed at the hotel with her friends, none of this would've happened. Now her life was basically over; she'd end up dinner or a prisoner of some deranged nudist vampire.

Helena silently put down the phone and tiptoed to the bathroom door. What should she do? Run? Knock? Walk in? Get naked? And ... how should she feel? Excited? Freaked out? Angry because he hadn't called for three weeks? Relieved, because the wait was over and she could finally start asking all those questions swimming in her head? The door swung open, and Niccolo boldly stood before her in his birthday-suit-glory, his unforgettable diamond-cut abs glistening with drops of water. A whoosh of air left her lungs. I'm going with ... naked and excited!

Niccolo had never seen so many gadgets and flashing lights, all just so they could remotely observe an abandoned military hanger about a quarter mile away. In the good ol' days, we just hid behind a bush.

Okay. Parachuting on its own? Maybe not so terrifying. Parachuting into a Mexican jungle at night while strapped to an angry Uchben man named Brutus? An unimaginable nightmare that would haunt my every waking moment for the rest of my life.

I realized how love could insulate a person from just about anything. Especially self-love.

How was it possible he looked cool and calm and falling to pieces all at once?

Ironically, I remember that not even the pretty girls were exempt from this sick breed of torment. And if they couldn't escape it, what about me?

There is new information."
"Are you going to share it?"
"No."
Of course not. Because it would totally ruin his whole mysterious vibe. Can't have that.

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So. You in?" Niccolo looked from side to side. "In? In what?" "Yes. In. Are you onboard? Ready to throw down. Roll the dice. Ride that crazy cow called life and make her your bitch?" Niccolo frowned. Her colloquialisms were simply offensive. And this coming from a ruthless vampire. "You are asking if I am committed. Sì?" "Siii." She rolled her eyes.

Niccolo released a quick breath. "Will you assist me or not?" he said. "Sure, my little cupcake of despair. Now, normally I charge $12.99 plus shipping and handling, but in this case I'll cut you a deal.

Stop staring at my fucking ass. You're too young for me.

Her lack of enthusiasm for life was finally catching up to her.

Where the hell are you, Cimil?"
"Popping tags with Roberto," she replied.
"Popping what?" he asked.
Cimil growled. "You shame Macklemore - I'm at a thrift store. Where else would a goddess find a microwave for her potpie and a new pair of pink hot pants? And a Lee Majors doll! Score!

I can't remember how long it's been since we've seen such a fab show! This was drama-tastic! Better than Romeo and Juliet. Better than The Sound of Music, South Park, Trueblood, Dexter, My Little Pony, and Shrek put together!

Kiss me, woman. I command you, the voice echoed, this time compelling her to obey. Helena's survival instincts gave her a hard kick, jarring her back into the horrific reality of the situation. But as she tried to regain control of her body, her tongue slipped from her mouth and wet her lips. Traitorous tongue. Backstabbing lips. What the hell are you doing?

She had witnessed Niccolo flag down a blue pickup that night by merely whispering, Stop your mechanical carriage.

Oh, for God's sake, Roen! Stop with the Superman crap!"
"Not Superman. Mer. Man ... Superman is fictional. Mermen are real.

Oh God, now she couldn't remember why she'd ever left him. She needed him. More than air or sunlight and beaches, definitely more than garlic.

Oh. Come on! I left my backpack on the bus. According to Darwin, you're a prime candidate for extinction. Too stupid to live!

Cimil's eyes lit. "The Niccolo DiConti? What an honor!" Niccolo stood a little taller then. "Yes, I seek your assistance." Cimil rolled her eyes. "Well, no duh. You didn't abandon your queen's side, risking her wrath, to see me in my fabulous birthday suit.

You're hurt, she commented. And I care? Okay. It's official. I'm my own species now: pathetic-deathwish-osaurus ... I sooo hear extinction calling me.

When it comes to your looks, the only option in this world that matters is yours.

A life where you didn't follow your heart wasn't a life. And sometimes you just had to make the leap and trust in something that didn't make sense.

You don't think it makes my breasts look like a tiny butt?

Hey, I've been alive for a very, very long time. Boring," she sang out. "Gotta do something for kicks, and a good apocalypse every now and then fills the cracks. It's like the Super Bowl for us gods ... but without the beer and everyone could die. Fun, right?

Teen uk'al k'iinam. Teen uk'al yah. I drink your ache. I drink your pain.

There is only one way to be relieved from her service: death. I would like to avoid it." "I see. You wouldn't happen to have some wildly irrational reason for doing all this, would you? I love acts of futile insolence. They're so whimsical!" Trying not to sound like a pansy, he admitted, "I no longer wish to kill for her." "A vampire who doesn't want to ... kill? You don't want to - " Cimil broke off, laughing hysterically. "That totally qualifies!

All right. This was no time to crumble. I'd been through an excessive amount of terrifying events. So I needed to take that scary little rabbit hole I was about to dive down, fold it neatly in the palm of my hand, and shove it into my pocket, my Can't Deal With This Now Pocket. Later, when I could process this, I'd take that journey. Until then, I wouldn't try to comprehend, rationalize, or analyze

He was more like toilet paper - people needed it but only noticed its importance with lacking.

who made her feel like she was being carried off on a ride filled with peril and lust and discovery and triumph and failures and crazy hot love

With its ten-foot-high inward sloping walls, slick with algae, I was stuck. "Lord love a duck," I muttered. "Can this get any worse?

I saw right through that rapturous smile. He was a cruel, sadistic son of a bitch.

I'm going to give you some advice: don't be such a whiny asshole. It makes you look weak.

And watch your tongue. I happen to be partial to humans - most, anyway. Clowns, not so much. Those evil bastards never stop smiling."
Niccolo didn't know what these "clowns" were, but he made a mental not to stay away if he ever encountered one. Sounded unpleasant.

Mia. I will never share you. I will never trade you. I will never leave you. You are mine, and I will not let you go.

I wanted to ruffle this man's pretty feathers. Then I wanted to pluck them out and make a fancy headband.

Cuchi, cuchi, cuchi - but the insane didn't need a reason.