Quotes About Vishous

Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid. [Vishous to Butch] Stupider, you mean. Semantics are for shit.

It'd be a spankiing you'd never forget, I promise you. Vishous, Lover At Last

Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much considering it's pitch dark. [Butch to Vishous] You don't have a tan. See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home?

Son of a bitch Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away. The glowing man laughed Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery. Great, Rhage murmered, his sense of humor's still intact. Vishous exhaled Maybe I can try to beat it out of him- Use his own arm to do it, if you can- Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of 'who-us?' stares

Vishous's chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?

Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the fuck up. Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not.

When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

He didn't even know what it was, Vishous." "The tux?" V lit a hand-rolled. "Of course he didn't. He's a real male.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous

The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, "Who's your daddy?

F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone What the hell, V. Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed.

Tell them," Lassiter demanded from behind. "Tell them he comes with a roommate." As one, the Brothers' heads snapped up. "Fuck. Me," Vishous breathed. "I will so pass on that," Lassiter muttered.

Vishous came into the room. The goatee he'd recently grown made him seem even more sinister than usual, although the tattoo around his left eye was what really put him into ominous territory.

Assail: Tell me, is your Dom reputation just talk, or are you truly that perverted? Vishous: Waste my time with gossip and I'll answer that firsthand. Assail: Kinky.