You're so beautiful, it hurts me

“I thought I was the vampire,” Jill giggled, as Eddie chased her laugh with his lips and teeth. 

“Well, I am half-vampire,” he growled, which only made her giggle even harder. 

He finally caught her lips in his, and she gasped into his mouth, as their cute little make-out session suddenly became passionate as he sucked on her lower lip, dragging it into his mouth slowly. 

He pulled away, leaning back slightly, and she looked up at him with wide-eyes.

“Where did that come from?” she asked, already breathless from that single kiss. 

Eddie Castile actually smirked. 

“How about you come here and let me show you what else I got?” 

So after a out-of-the-blue disappearance from yours truly (life got hard tbh) I’m actually back and I want to continue with this page!

In fact, I want to expand it to include the Throne of Glass series as well as the Court of Thorns and Roses series!

Or should I make an entirely different blog for that?

Being with Eddie was like reading a book: peaceful, heart-warming, and it transported you to another world. Reality sucked at the moment, but being in his arms made it all a little bit better. 

It was strange to be with this Eddie who was soft and vulnerable, when she has seen him in action so many times. He was like a deadly storm, beautiful in its destructive violence. 

He had her hand wrapped up in his, and she felt awe that his hands, hands that have killed countless Strigoi, could hold her so delicately. 

Eddie knew Jill was strong. Not in an obvious way like Rose was or the discreet way that Sydney was. No, Jill was strong with emotions. She was one of the few people who actually let her feelings show in every glance, every smile, every breath she took. 

That took strength, especially in a world that crushed a person’s hopes and dreams every day. 

Looking at her now, Eddie felt a surge of love for her over take him in a single swoosh, like a tsunami. Her tears were youthful and fearful and powerful, yet silent, and they took the air out of Eddie’s lungs like a vortex. 

She was a storm and Eddie would gladly be destroyed by her anyday if it meant she would be free in feeling. 

"Adrian, could you come and help me with the bags?" I called out, hearing my son, Tristan, laughing in the living room. I leave the bags at the door knowing that Adrian will get them, and walk around the corner into the--

"OH MY GOD!" I react instinctively when I see my son jump off the couch onto the littler one that's floating in the middle of lava. The rational part of my brain is telling me that there is no way in hell that this is possible; but my protective mother instincts are just aware of one fact: my son is in danger. 

I throw my amrs out, feeling the power course through me and out through my body, and watch as a shimmer of silver and purple light envelope Tristan in a ball. The moment I do, the lava disappears, and my son is giggling. 

“Mama,” I hear him say, but I am staring at the ground with both understanding and fear now. 

“Sydney?” It’s Adrian’s voice, but my mind is moving at 100 miles per minute right now, and can’t afford a distraction. A few more minutes pass before I hear another voice.

“Mom?” This time it’s Declan’s voice, and for some reason, it pulls me out of my stupor. I gently let go of my magic and Tristan waddles  over to me, hugging my leg tightly. 

“What is it, Sydney?” Adrian puts a steadying hand on my shoulder and I take a deep breath before looking at his emerald eyes. 

Pre The Indigo Spell Era

Adrian had been thinking of Sydney all day, after their intense Self Defense class with Malachi Wolfe. He couldn’t get the way she felt in his arms out of his head. She felt so small and soft, but he had also felt the tension in her body every time they touched. 

He hated how awkard things were between them now, and yet, he couldn’t help feeling like he was in heaven each time he was able to touch her in that class. 

A knock at his apartment door startled him out of his thoughts, and he got up and to his surprise, when he opened it, it was Sydney. 

“Hello, Adrian,” she said in that prim and proper voice of hers. 

“Hey, Sage,” he replied with a charming smirk. 

He gestured for her to enter, and she did, and the moment he closed the door, the room was filled with a palpable tension he could almost taste. He cleared his throat, and looked at Sydney, whom was dressed in a simple blue shirt and black slacks. Even dressed as modestly as she was, Adrian still felt his pulse quicken. 

He let his mind wander to an impossible situation: one which included his ugly couch and a semi-dressed Sydney on top of him, pushing him down and kissing him with the passion he knew she locked up inside. 

He had never, never, felt desire as intense and pure as he did just then.  

“Adrian!” Sydney’s annoyed voice brought him out of his dirty fantasy. He gave her a dry smile. 

Lol, so I should have something up by Sunday night, so be on the lookout for that!

Also, if any of you are interested, I have an Instagram (mariahcodymiller) that I'm going to be using mostly for posting pics of my books and writing. I follow back! I just want to be more connected with my followers and also more active on social media since I've been pretty AWOL lately.

Lol, so I should have something up by Sunday night, so be on the lookout for that!

Also, if any of you are interested, I have an Instagram (wintersageluna) that I'm going to be using mostly for posting pics of my books and writing. I follow back! I just want to be more connected with my followers and also more active on social media since I've been pretty AWOL lately.

Lol, so I should have something up by Sunday night, so be on the lookout for that!

Also, if any of you are interested, I have an Instagram (wintersageluna) that I'm going to be using mostly for posting pics of my books and writing. I follow back! I just want to be more connected with my followers and also more active on social media since I've been pretty AWOL lately.

So, I know I haven’t been active on this blog for a while now (sorry about that) but I was just wondering if anyone was still interested in it anyways? 

So, if you want to see more updates and whatnot, either reblog/like/comment or leave me a message, and if not, well, just don’t do anything, I guess. 

I hope you are all doing wonderfully and have a great day!!

Sorry, I don’t! 

Childhood BFF's AU: 

Whenever Adrian thinks of Sydney, his childhood best friend. he feels as if he made her up in his mind. 

They had been neighbors and they had each taught each other valuable lessons. 

He taught her the importance of creativity and she had taught him the importance of knowledge. He taught her how to fly, while she kept him grounded.

Maybe I should have taught her how to land as well, he thought as he laid on his bed, ten years later, a cigarette in his mouth, hating the gray smoke.

He thought of the last time he saw her in the murky gray rain. They had both been ten and she'd been running towards their fantasy, their adventure, their secret home. 

He thought of her smile, remembering how her golden smile lit up his world in vivid colors. It was because of her he began to draw, to paint.

He had only been ten years old, but knew he was in love. She was the one. He knew it like he knew his colors. 

Discovering her alone and covered in mud hours later, all brown and gray, was like having his world stripped of color.