Jessicas guide to dating the dark side
Besides, Lucius, Jessica is not ready to contemplate marriage. 'And she can't be forced into a marriage, of course.
This has been decreed since our births." I couldn't even process the "getting married" part, or the thing about "decreed." He'd lost me at "vampire." Nuts. "It's late, and we're all tired and a little overwhelmed. I would have thought your pitchfork skills would be attractive to certain bachelors here in farm country.” ― “And as we kissed, really kissed, something inside me was smashed, like a splitting atom, erupting with all the force of a shattering nucleus. It was like I'd found my place in the universe, in the chaos, and Lucius and I could go along locked together throughout time without end, like pi, existing infinitely, irrationally, spinning through time.” ― “I shan't take advantage,' Lucius promised seriously. But I am afraid that I am compelled to pursue this courtship until Antanasia realizes her place at my side.
Lucius Vladescu is handsome, arrogant, and determined to make her accept her heritage and marry him - or risk reigniting the feud which has been going on between their clans for generations.
The undead can really screw up your senior year ...
That was my parents’ territory, and I had no interest in going there. But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birth—and he’s her long-lost fiancé. "The desk you’ve selected will be your assigned seat for the year. Or maybe it was because the very air in his particular corner seemed murky, the fluorescent light directly above his desk snuffed out. It was almost like he he repeated, stretching his arm up the aisle—a long, muscular arm—to offer me a shiny gold pen. When I hesitated, a look of annoyance crossed his aristocratic face, and he shook the pen at me. But the last person who’d tangled with Faith Crosse had ended up transferring to Saint Monica’s, the local Catholic school. His somewhat mysterious appearance in English class—a few feet from me—probably wasn’t cause for alarm, either. Yet I swore I saw something quite different than disgust in those black eyes. Grabbing up a marker from the tray beneath the whiteboard, he flipped off the cap with authority and scrawled the word Locking his hands behind his back, he began pacing, as though he was the teacher. I flinched away, looking to Mindy, who was actually fanning herself, totally oblivious to me. She’d been there with my dad to observe their rituals, in hopes of writing one of her groundbreaking insider journal articles about unique subcultures. maybe my birth parents had been involved in some sort of deviant sexual stuff. Without another word, Mom climbed out of the van and strode directly toward the menacing guy who’d tailed me all day. The conversation went on for what seemed like eons. Lucius Vladescu turned to go, and Mom got back in the van and turned the key. Marrying a vampire definitely doesn’t fit into Jessica Packwood’s senior year “get-a-life” plan. Wilhelm continued, squishing around on her sensible shoes. Maybe because he was sitting sort of apart from the rest of us. You could tell just by the way it glittered that it was expensive. " I didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, or the way he’d crept up on me twice in one day, and I kept staring, stupidly, until Faith Crosse reached forward and pinched my arm. "Just sign the chart, I rubbed what would be a bruise, wishing I had the nerve to tell Faith off, both for pinching me and calling me by the wrong name. He’d probably been waiting for the bus, just like me, and missed getting on somehow. Eyes wide, she jabbed her thumb in the guy’s direction, mouthing a very exaggerated, "His gaze followed my fingers, and I thought maybe he was revolted by the fact that I was bleeding. She raised a cautionary finger, like she was about to tell him to sit down, but he strode right past her. My adoptive mother, a cultural anthropologist, had been studying an off-the-wall underground cult in central Romania. "Are you She sounded so serious that I didn’t protest. I rolled down the window, but they spoke so softly I couldn’t hear what they were saying. One should never confuse fashionable with beautiful. "Some of us are starting to wonder.""I come from civilization," Lucius retorted. Now pick up the books.” ― “Lucius paused, turning on his heel to face me. You, in turn, are obligated to accept graciously.” ― “Where do you. " Frank challenged, puffing his chest, a little bolder now that he could breathe.
But when a devious cheerleader sets her sights on Lucius, Jess finds herself fighting to win back her wayward prince, stop a global vampire war—and save Lucius’s soul from eternal destruction Author Copyright © 2009 by Beth Fantaskey All rights reserved. And legendarily bitchy cheerleader Faith Crosse had claimed the seat directly behind me. Dormand squirmed back around, scowling, and I dug into my backpack for my pen. I started to turn to my left, thinking maybe Jake could loan me one of his pens. "Hurry it up, Reluctantly reaching out to the stranger, I accepted the heavy pen from his hand, and as our fingers touched, I felt the most bizarre sensation ever. I slid back around, and my hand shook a little as I wrote my name on the seating chart. I sensed from the look on his face that we were found wanting somehow. The cult had been a little strange, a little too offbeat, and some Romanian villagers had banded together, intent on putting an end to the whole group. Just before the mob attacked, my birth parents had entrusted me, an infant, to the visiting American researchers, begging them to take me to the United States, where I would be safe. Hated the fact that my birth parents had been ignorant, superstitious people duped into joining a cult.