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Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten. My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. It's Cat, I repeated firmly. Cat Raven. Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Jeaniene Frost
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Jeaniene Frost
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 13
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Think anything like that at her again, and I'll kill you here and now. Madigan's scoff was uneasy. Any attack on me - Is the same as an attack on the United States itself, Bones finished, still in that deadly calm manner. Heard you the first time - and didn't give a shite then, either.
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Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You to take me,” she replied at once. “Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.
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I'm great as bait! All the vampires want to eat me!
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I know I'm delicious. Nummy.....nummy. -Vlad
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I wanted you to watch, so I stomped around the room to wake you before I got in the shower. Didn't you wonder why the light was on? It wasn't for me, I can see in the dark. And then I kept the water cold so the glass wouldn't fog.
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Luscious, aren't I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don't mind.” -“You look like a Dracula porn movie reject” -“Let‟s not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.” Denise & Ian
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Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.
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