#lair

I'm a shreddermouf, aren't I?' 'I was afraid of that,' said Tansy. He was going to keep her in his larder until he was hungy again, and then he was going to rip her apart. 'Dis is my lair', said the shreddermouth proudly. 'It's de best lair in Tiratattle.' 'Is it?' said Tansy. 'Oh yes. It's a drainage tunnel. Goes right up to de surface, it does. Lots of storage space. My name's Gulp.' 'Tansy,' said Tansy, deciding not to ask him what he kept in his storage space and wondering whether introductions were quite the thing. ↗

— Elizabeth Kay

#hopeless-situation #humor #introductions #lair #men-eating-monster

What's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo." "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you." Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind." She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #michael-glass #movies

(Baudelaire) had descended to the bottom of the inexhaustible mine, had picked his way along abandoned or unexplored galleries, and had finally reached those districts of the soul where the monstrous vegetations of the sick mind flourish. There, near the breeding ground of intellectuals aberrations and disease of the mind - the mysterious tetanus, the burning fever of lust, the thyphoids and yellow fevers of crime – he had found, hatching in the dismal forcing-house of ennui, the frightening climacteric of thoughts and emotions. ↗

— Joris-Karl Huysmans

#decadence #decadent #sickness #nature

Am I your dom, little rabbit?” “Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?” “Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.” ~Nolan and Beth~ ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotic-romance #romance #romantic #romantic

You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#romantic

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #to-command-and-collar #baseball

Don't diss me, Danvers. I'm warning you.""I'm not dissing you," Claire sighed. "I'm ignoring you. There's a difference. Dissing you implies I think you're actually important ↗

— Rachel Caine

#monica-morrell #morganville-vampires #ignorance

Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #myrnin #shane-collins #vampire #vampires

Hey!" Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall. "No onions!" "Your loss!" "I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight!" "Damn, girl. Harsh. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#ghost-town #halitosis #kissing #morganville-vampires #rachel-caine

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#doctor-mills #ghost-town #michael-glass #morganville-vampires #rachel-caine