Henry shrugged. "I've kissed plenty of girls." "I'm not talking about your mom,dork.
Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand.Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle.
Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.
If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.
I'm too tired to reign over vampirekind, let alone enslave the human race.
A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are