#ka

We don't need teenage bouda sex fiends as interns. How do you know he is a sex fiend? He is fifteen and he's a bouda. Hello? ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ascanio #kate #teenagers

This song goes out to anyone whose ever been told that how you think or feel is wrong. It goes out to everyone who’s ever felt alone. It goes out to anybody who’s fucking sick and tired of being told what to do. You are, the most important person in the world. Every single one of you. Don’t let anybody tell you differently, okay? ↗

— Alex Gaskarth

#all-time-low #alex

The mage pulled my knife out of his side and looked at it. “Nice knife.” The voice was deep but female. I threw my second knife. The blade bit into the mage’s chest. Shit. Missed the neck. “Here, have another one. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#fight #kate #sarcasm #sarcasm

You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh? ↗

— Lauren Kate

#fallen #lauren-kate #luce #kate

You're still here," he whispered. "They couldn't drag me away. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#kate

I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him. 'What's this?' 'A needle.' 'What should I do with it?' He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.' - Kate & Saiman ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate-daniels #magic-strikes #saiman #shapeshifters #kate

oh, good, Pestilence is free," said Karou, heading towards the sculpture. Massive emperor and horse both wore gas masks, like every other statue in the place, and it had always put Karou in mind of the first horseman of the Apocalypse, Pestilence, sowing plaque with one outstretched arm. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#karou #pestilence #apocalypse

She is so tiresome. ‘Am I a vampire, am I a wolf, am I a vampire, am I a wolf, I cannot decide, so I’ll be both! ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#humor #vampires #vrykolakas #werewolves #werewolves

She was like a star in the sky and I would imagine how she could be mine.... ↗

— I R Shankar

#romance-novels #true-colors-of-love #imagination

I don't want you to be the shifter. Rokan's voice was quiet , and her human sense of smell told her nothing about how he felt. I haven't wanted that for a long time. since before i knew it was possible for you to not be the shifter. a pause then - so quirtly that even she could barely hear him - since before i knew i loved you ↗

— Leah Cypess

#shifter #love