Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.
But the walls of my resolve mortared with stubbornness have been breached by circumstances I cannot handle alone.
I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.
Sick twisted Abby was in love, with sick twisted, beautiful Jake.
I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.
For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was hope.
He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.
Having grown up here, I always wonder what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. Is it ever a disappointment? I have to believe that New York always lives up to its reputation. The buildings really are that tall. The lights really are that ...
Ash? Get bent and die.
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
Lo que quiero decir es que el dolor se vuelve crónico. Engullido por la vida diaria, uno deja de saber cuáles son las heridas. Pero están ahí. Así son las heridas: no se pueden coger y mostrar; las únicas que se pueden mostrar son las heridas m...
Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?
Call me crotchety, but I didn’t like being bossed around, especially before I’d injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker
I've also been known to cry during MasterCard commercials.
I could run, too, but my feet hurt. It's tough being a fashion vixen.
She’d wanted Randall Parks from the moment her hormones kicked in. Her best friend, her guardian when things got rough, her knight in somewhat-rusted and dinged up armor—he wore many hats in her life and none more important than that of best frie...
She smiled, content in knowing no one had ever loved her as much as Lucas, and now she knew why. Because no one could love her more, or better, than the demon king.
If you’re mad that I kissed you, I won’t apologize for that.” “No, I’m mad you stopped.” Her face flushed. “I meant,” she tried to rephrase, “I’m mad you left the way you did.
Did you ever think she was your mate?” Lucas asked unable to help himself. Clyde tensed, seemingly caught off-guard by the question. “I knew she wasn’t mine,” he said then exhaled. “Angels don’t mate, remember?” “Then why did you make...
Oh God, he thought. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say to come in.” “I did.” “But you’re only wearing a towel.” “What is it with you guys and towels? It’s not like I’m naked.
Bad dogs, she believed, were like most bad children: created by those around them. But then, that was a personal opinion.
