Quote by Megan Shepherd

“I'm a rag doll, meant to comfort children. Certainly not to give them nightmares." "My darling, being scary isn't about having green scales or pointed teeth! Why, you could be the most angelic being around and still elicit screams. Here. Let me show you how it's done." He steps back into our bedroom's shadows, where the moonlight falls halfway on his skull. "Play with light and shadow," he says, stretching his jaw into a grin that would look cheerful under normal lighting but, in the half shadows, lends a sinister air. "Then, use your surroundings," he advises as he sweeps toward the fireplace. With his pointed black boot, he nudges a burning log, which shoots out sparks around him that crackle and pop. I squeeze my hands together at my chest, murmuring "oooh" at the impressive display. He takes both my hands in his, holding them against the cage of his ribs, letting me feel the pulse of his undead heart. He captures my gaze and says, "Lastly, understand why you scare." Before I can think on the question, he draws me forward until our lips connect, and when he cups my chin with his bone-smooth palm, I feel a spark jump between us like the ones dancing up toward the ceiling from the log in our fireplace. His hand fits against the curve of my back, and love for him thrums through me. When I gently pull back, I gaze up through my lashes and playfully tease, "What does kissing have to do with being scary?" "Nothing at all," he murmurs, then winks. "But I certainly understand why I did it.”

Quote by Megan Shepherd