[She talks about how he professed his love but it caught her totally off guard. Looking back she should have seen it coming. It made no difference. Humans and vampires can’t be together. Even if the kiss left her breathless and dizzy. She had to reject him. But now that they are still forced…
(Source: everettsarfati)
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We’re not here to talk about coffee. We’re here to talk about vampires.’ ‘Why? Are you filming a movie or something?”
“Day 24. Situation is growing worse. My captors continue to find new and horrific ways to torture me. When not working, Agent Scarlet spends her days examining fabric swatches for bridesmaid dresses and going on about how in love she is. This usually causes Agent Boring Borscht to regale us with stories of Russian weddings that are even more boring than his usual ones. My attempts at escape have been thwarted thus far. Also, I am out of cigarettes. Any assistance or tobacco products you can send will be greatly appreciated.
-Prisoner 24601”
The Golden Lily Adrian Ivashkov(oh god Adrian you are amazing!) 12 days!!!!
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So I was just reminded that Richelle said that the cliffhanger at the end of TGL may cause us to throw the book.
Now I’m freaking out about that. Now someone said what if something bad happened to Adrian? What if Sydney gets sent to the re-education center? What if someone dies!? Oh my gosh, there are just endless possibilities.
Richelle, why do you torture us like this?
I did honestly throw my book at the wall in frustration, asking why??? Why did she do that??? (Authors seem to like torturing us)
(Source: the-threebroomsticks)
Really, Sage? A date?”
I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.”
“A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.”
“A real date.” I figured I wouldn’t give him the specifics on the Shakespeare play.
“What’s the lucky guy’s name?”
“Brayden.”
There was a pause. “Brayden? That’s his real name?”
“Why are you asking if everything’s real? You think I’d make this up?”
“No, no,” Adrian assured me, “That’s what’s so unbelievable about it. Is he cute?”
I glanced at the clock. It was time for me to meet my study group. “Gee, maybe I should just send you a picture to review?” “Yes, please. And a full background check and life history.”
“I have to go. Why do you care so much anyway?” I finally asked in exasperation.
His answer took a long time, which was uncharacteristic. Adrian was usually ready with a dozen witty quips. Maybe he couldn’t decide which one to use. When he finally responded, it was in that usual sarcastic way of his—though the levity sounded a little forced. “Because it’s one of those things I never expected to see in my lifetime,” he told me. “Like a comet. Or world peace. I’m just used to you being single.”
For some reason, that bothered me. “What you don’t think any guy would ever be interested in me?”
“Actually,” said Adrian, sounding remarkably serious. “I can imagine lots of guys interested in you.



