There’s a really stupid saying: When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. Well, I have a better saying: When life hands you a lemon, shove that lemon up its stupid butt.
I’m not a bad person. I haven’t killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I don’t kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?
Should I pull on a shirt? he asked with hint of amusement. I WILL NOT BLUSH. No. He’d be doing the world a favor if he never wore a shirt again, but I wasn’t going to tell him that part. You’re fine.
THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.
Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren’t enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.
I tried to tell you. You said you didn’t care, remember?A muscle ticked below his eye. You should have told me anyway.While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I’m Disease, not Stupid.
He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.Her nose wrinkled. Step in something? she asked innocently.That I did not mind. He took a menacing step toward her. What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.
There are times I wish I were invisible. Which is silly, since I do everything I can to stand out.
What makes big boobs and perkiness so attractive to boys? I mean, really. Two round, mounds of fat and a fake smile. Yeah, winning attributes.
Yes, men are pigs. Except your brother, of course. He’s actually a decent human being. Almost a woman.-Jillian’s mother
Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he’d have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.