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Just because some of us make a mistake in love once doesn't mean we're doomed to repeat it.

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Jeaniene Frost
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 13
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the United States of America
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This isn’t the first time I’ve faced death, and I don’t intend for it to be the last,” I said, repeating the same words he’d told me before fighting in that fateful duel. “I’ve chosen to live a dangerous life, but it’s who I am, and that wouldn’t change even if we’d never met.
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Some things we need to talk about, but not here. I'll see you later, darling. No you won't, nut muffin!
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Happy belated birthday, Cat, he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. Aren't you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We wold have had lattes and hors d'oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?
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That one tickled. If electrocution is your way of flirting, I commend you on your originality.
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The Broken Destiny series will be a trilogy, with each book releasing about a year apart.
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I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)
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Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?
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Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head -his eyes closed- and once more, nothing else mattered.
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Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.” “Ian,” Bones drew out warningly. He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.
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Any situation was better faced with an empty bladder, a clean body, and a lack of morning breath.
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He'll learn that many women can satisfy for a short period of time, but when he falls in love, only one will sustain him forever.
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The sheer splendor of the sight made my chest tighten and tears sting my eyes. All the darkness lately made it easy to forget the world contained more than people trying to hurt other people. It had beauty, too, if you knew where to look--and remembered to open your eyes.
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Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?
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There is only one way to fight, and that's dirty. Clean gentlemanly fighting will get you nowhere but dead, and fast. Take every cheap shot, every low blow, absolutely kick people when they're down, and maybe you'll be the one who walks away. Bones to Cat
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Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.
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After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted comfortable surroundings while plotting to murder one famed historical figure with another one. ~Cat
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I stared at him in silence. There were so many things I wanted to say. Like, How could you think what I feel for you is only physical? or, Don't you know you're my best friend? and finally, Bones, I love-
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All I'm saying is that sooner of later, you'll have to come to terms with yourself. You can't wish away the vampire in you, and you shouldn't keep atoning for it. You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it. Not to me, to your mum, or to anyone.
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Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.
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Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools
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