Villains Are Meant To Be Hated.

Writing Was My First Occupation, Begun At Age 23.

Anthony Grinned At Her, Knowing That Would Probably Infuriate Her All The More. "my Eyes Have Been A-wandering, As You Put It, For The Last Nineteen Years. Give Them A Rest, Roslynn. They Settled On You And Don't Want To Move On.

Anytime,anywhere,ask,and I Am Yours.

Defeat Held No Honor.

You Aren't Even Angry With Me Anymore, Stefan, So Let Me Up." He Didn't Budge. "it Would Be A Misconception On Your Part, Little Tanya, If You Are Thinking I Have To Be Angry To Make Love To You." His Head Bent, His Lips Grazing Her Cheek All The Way To Her Ear. With His Warm Breath Sending Tingles All Over Her, He Continued In A Whisper, "i Wanted You Last Night, Today A Dozen Times, Right Now More Than Ever. Tell Me To Love You, Tanya. Demand It Of Me!