Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.

I hadn't expected to be kidnapped today or I'd have worn something more conservative.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.

I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.” “Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.

People can perfect whatever facade they want, but everyone holds their sins close to their skin.

You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the dragon and I always will be.