Inger Iversen

“There is an empty space in my heart. It weighs me down and each step I take through life gets harder and harder, I realize now that I am no longer the man she once knew, but a bitter and hollow replica of him, unworthy of her love.”

“We know that something isn't right with you and Jace. You're both too strong, too fast, and Kale—dude, you keep sniffing the wind like a lost puppy that can turn into a Rottweiler at the first sign of trouble.”

“The cool drizzle kisses my skin in a sweet contrast to the affectionate warmth from the sun, pushing me into a trance while I await his return.”

“Of course there are urged that I fight against, but none stronger than the urge to hear your voice, touch your face, or now you are near. I will never want anything as much as I want you. Nothing in this world could taste better than your kiss." -Kale”

“You can see in the dark, move incredibly fast, you don’t spar—”“Are you listing traits of fictional vamires?” he asked, amused, smirk still plastered on his face.I almost felt embarrassed, but why should I? I didn't know about his vampiric traits, or until a few weeks ago, that he even existed.”

“Though he’d treated me like crap, I fell asleep thinking of how his bottom lip was slightly plumper than the top—perfect for kissing—and how those onyx eyes glittered when he first glanced at me. I knew he wouldn’t be there in the morning, but I still hoped that I’d see him again.”

“I lie in the dirt and pretend his words about my love don’t hurt, but they slice me like the ice cold winds of winter. It takes all of the power I have left to lie there quietly and not remind him of the promises he has not kept.”