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I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.
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Rose never would have done anything like that,' he countered. He paused to reconsider, and I could've sworn there was a hint of a smile there. 'Well at least not in such a public setting.'- Dimitri Belikov
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What? I asked uneasily. Why are you looking at me like that? He shook his head, the smile rueful now. Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.
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Sure, said Adrian. I bet going in there and kicking down the door will change their minds. Take Rose with you, and you guys'll make a really good impression.
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I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.
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It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.
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Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist.
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Happy Birthday. Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him.
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People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.
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You're beautiful, Roza. So beautiful it hurts me.
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Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.
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I don’t belong to anyone. I make my own choices. And you’re with Adrian, said Dimitri. But I was meant for you.
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I stared. Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?
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No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you. It's part of being a 'good' family. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.
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I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green.
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And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Well, ‘we’ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.” I grinned back.
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Are we going to New Orleans? No, she said, backing out of the spot. We're going to West Virginia. I assume by 'West Virginia,' you actually mean 'Hawaii,' I said. Or some place equally exciting.
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I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. It's okay, I said. It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.
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What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?
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For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how I’d inherited my bizarre personality.
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