Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized sheโd made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. โLet me go!โ โIn a minute.โ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. โHit like this.โ Done, he released her.
Gena ShowalterYeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.
Gena ShowalterDisappointment mixed with bitter acceptance flashed in her eyes. "Maybe you are real," she said. "It would require a dark side I don't have to create someone like you." "You forgot to say 'no offense' before making that statement." "No, I didn't. I meant offense." Bold little human, wasn't she? -Annabelle and Zacharel
Gena ShowalterCome on, baby.โ Paris combed his fingers through her hair. โLook past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.โ She snorted. โIโd argue the hideous looks part.โ โBut not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.
Gena Showalter