“The cool drizzle kisses my skin in a sweet contrast to the affectionate warmth from the sun, pushing me into a trance while I await his return.” — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“You want me to change overnight, Katie, and I’m telling you right now that it’s not going to happen. You're asking me to forget… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“It’s like there is an empty space in your heart, and though it’s a void, it weighs you down. Each step you take through… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“Of course there are urged that I fight against, but none stronger than the urge to hear your voice, touch your face, or now… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I could feel it in my bones that I was where I belonged-close to him.” — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“You are still a kid, new to the Chorý world. You’ve never had to hunt for your food; it is always readily available to… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“I can imagine my fangs sinking into her soft flesh, the gasps of pain and pleasure from my bite, the way she’d either fight… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“A fire burned bright and warm in the hearth while Kale poured me a mug of hot chocolate. It was so weird to see… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“There is an empty space in my heart. It weighs me down and each step I take through life gets harder and harder, I… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“He sobbed no longer playing the part of her savior, but playing the part of a lover begging for another chance, a man who… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
“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… — Inger Iversen Copy Share Image
