Monica

“Actually, Justina, I didn't just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was...right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh, blimey, I come from a long line of whores, in fact..."

I sucked in a breath as Bones divulged yet another tidbit about his past to my mother, who must be frothing at the mouth by now.

"...called to give you the good news. I asked your daughter to marry me and she accepted. Congratulations, I will officially be your son-in-law. Now, do you want me to call you Mum straightaway, or wait until after the wedding?"

I flew through the air in a dive that finally tackled him, wrenching the phone away. Bones was laughing so hard, he had to breathe to get it all out.

"Mom? Are you there? Mom...?"

"You might want to give her a moment, Kitten. I believe she fainted.”
― Jeaniene Frost, At Grave's End

“Now that we’ve compared the equivalent of our supernatural dicks, why don’t you answer my question?”
― Jeaniene Frost, Bound by Flames

“If you introduce yourself to anyone as Mrs. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Twice Tempted

“What's it doing?" the green-faced faerie whined again.
A deep, elegant voice replied this time. "She's building a trap." Rhysand.
"But the Middengard—"
"Relies on its scent to see," Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. "And Feyre just became invisible."
His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the worm.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses