I love you Rose, I love you with everything that I am, which may not be much, but it’s all yours.

I’m not cute... I’m dangerous.

We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn.

My God, what did I do to deserve such a reward? This was how I wanted to wake for the rest of my existence: Rose's beautiful blonde hair, pouring over her shoulders and onto my arms. Her sweet scent filling my nose, her sexy body pressed into mine just right. Damn, I had never wanted anything more than I wanted her in that moment.

So, if he wants to treat me like I’m ten instead of twenty, that’s okay. If he wants to have one of his company cars take me and pick me up from school, that’s okay. And if he insists that I live with him until I graduate college, that’s okay. But I’ll be damned if he’s going to stop me from seeing Christian.

I love you Rose, I love you with everything that I am, which may not be much, but it's all yours.

Maybe that's why I'd been chosen to become the first female Reaper in history. I think the boys had been losing too many souls.

Rose, come here." Christian grabbed my hand and guided me back down on the couch next to him.

Somos las hijas de las brujas que no pudiste quemar.

Yes, I'm hungry. Horny, too! The thought of feeding from you is a most delectable idea and it's playing havoc with my brain as well as other parts of my body."He sat up and scooted closer to me...