You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you?
Becca FitzpatrickI need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.
Becca FitzpatrickI swear to you, Patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my heartโeverything I possess, I give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And I promise to do the same.โ ~ Nora + Patch
Becca FitzpatrickHe tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?
Becca FitzpatrickIt will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress slightly wrinkled,I will trace Scott, and when I find him, it's not gonna be pretty
Becca Fitzpatrick