In the Old Language, he said, “ Wherever I go, you shall ne’er be far from me. Wherever I sleep, you shall be beside me. What I eat, I shall share with you, and when I dream, we shall be together once again. My love, you are not gone from me ever, and I shall not take another. Till the very night I die .”
Xcor slowly shook his head. “I don’t see your clothes, I never do, and a fancy dress wouldn’t change that. I don’t see wet hair, I feel the strands between my fingers. I don’t see pale cheeks, I am tasting your lips in my mind. You offer me all my senses at once, my female. You are so much more than any one thing about you.”
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Oh, Viscious! V, my man, I love you but…You have survived so much but don’t go backwards! You have Doc Jane and you have a chance with Xcor to be so much more…There was growth in helping Xcor and Layla. Yes Xcor lived the same life in the Bloodletter’s camp although the Bloodletter told Xcor he was his father…In some ways, Xcor was treated as the son V actually was…
Don’t let your past fuck your future. Don’t cheat on Jane with someone anonymous…haven’t you learned anything at all? Oh you are killing me!!!!
[Top]Trying to engage his gray matter in something, anything else, he fired up the Internet and decided to monitor some of the human news outlets. That was always worth a laugh. The shit those motherfuckers could get themselves worked up over was just incredible—and then inevitably they ended up yelling at each other through their computers. Truth was nuanced. Hysteria anything but. After idling through CNN.com , Fox News, and TMZ.com , he ended up on YouTube watching McKamey Manor videos, which was one of his absolutely favorite things to do, and which did, as usual, cheer him up a little. And it was after about a half hour of that when a notification flared on the bottom of the screen, indicating an email had come through to him.
Wrath did the duty at the security camera, finding the lens with his hand and then putting his face in its camera. “You’re a lucky motherfucker, for sure.” Fritz opened things wide, and the light from the glorious foyer was enough to leave V blinking as his retinas adjusted. “My Lord!” the doggen exclaimed. “Sire! Oh, it is good that you have arrived home before the storm! May I get you a libation?” Fritz’s smile was like that of a basset hound’s, all wrinkles and enthusiasm, and the butler had a dog’s lack of time conception, his joy as if the pair of them had been gone for five years, not an hour. “How ’bout a couple of bulletproof vests,” V said under his breath. “But of course! Would you care for the Point Blank Alpha Elites, or is this more of a bomb-detonation occasion requiring the Paraclete tactical vests?” As if the choice were nothing more than having to pick white tie and tails over your standard-issue tuxedo. You had to love the guy, V thought grudgingly. “It was a joke, my man.” Vishous put a hand-rolled between his lips and talked around it as he got out his lighter. “At least I hope it was.” “Anything for you both! Oh, and my Lord, I took the liberty of allowing George I warmed it up and served it with fresh whole carrots, pumpkin mash, and green beans. Everything was organic, of course.” “You love that dog, don’t you.” The doggen bowed so low it was a wonder his bushy gray eyebrows didn’t Swiffer the mosaic floor. “I do. Oh, I do.” “Good male, you’re a good male.” Wrath seemed like he wanted to clap the butler on the shoulder, or maybe offer his palm for a high five, but he didn’t follow through. Even though he was King, there were some things you didn’t do, and that was make contact with an old-school servant like Fritz. The poor guy was liable to mushroom cloud out of embarrassment. Instead, Wrath strode forward like he owned the place, and V fell in line.
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OMG Throe just needs to die like right fucking now! I swear to the scribe virgin he is EVIL I mean Lash was bad but this Ass is worse and needs to die Right Fucking Now!!!!!
[Top]“I think I’m going to be—” Fritz, the doggen butler, presented him with a barf bag at exactly the right moment. A barf bag. A hospital-grade, bright-green barf bag. As Trez bent double and held the circular opening to his mouth, he thought a couple of things: 1) who the fuck went around with barf bags on the ready; 2) what the hell else was the male carrying in that penguin suit of his; and 3) why did it have to be bilious green? If you were going to make something for people to throw up in, why did you have to make the damn thing the color of pea soup? A cheery yellow, perhaps. A nice, tidy white. Although considering the shape his pants were in … When Trez finally straightened, that telltale anvil-sitting-on-one-half-of-his-head had started to kick in, and his thought patterns had begun to take on the convoluted weirdness that came along with his migraines. “Help me upstairs?” he mumbled to no one in particular.
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And Fritz comes in with the win…Gotta love a butler who knows his charges needs so well it’s like totally magic…BTW the only place that has real life Fritz’s is maybe at the royal homes in Britain-but I wouldn’t swear by that because Fritz is in a class all his own!
Or maybe the squires in the Dark Hunter Series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
She stayed in 309, and it turned out to be down on the left. Goddamn, he hated the number of her apartment. He didn’t like threes or nines in sequences. Four-oh-two was a good number. Eight-oh-four. Two-twenty-four. He was a divisible-by-two guy. He didn’t like threes, fives, or nines. Seven was okay, he thought as he came to stand at her door, but only because two together equaled fourteen. Thirteen was the bane of his existence.
Trez in The Chosen, JR Ward
Can anyone say random much?
Sometimes, though, for destiny to work, it had to make sure you were blind going into things. Otherwise, you would turn your wheel and hit your brakes … and avoid your fate like the plague.