A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages
You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath
Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.
Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
You going to try the rest of your gear on?" he asked on an exhale. "Or you want to whine about your pants a little more?" "Don't make me flip you off." "Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" [Vishous to Butch]