Samantha Young

Lexie, I practically sold my soul to get where I am today. I__ a selfish bastard _ and you _ His eyes washed over my face. __ou__e already lost everything to keep your soul intact.

No one will ever understand like I do. You__e so different with me, baby. You take care of me. You make me feel safe. You__e not who you think you are. Didn__ you once tell me that people aren__ just one thing? You__e so much more to me than anything you might have done in the past.

I won__ stay,_ I warned him. __ won__ try to fight for you anymore. This is it. If you walk away it__ not for me. I won__ ever think that. I will always, always blame you for this. For ruining us.

You're not untrustworthy, you're not cold and you're not a bitch. You have... issues. I get that. We all have issues. But once I realized you were lying to me, I began to understand why. You think you never gave yourself away with me. You think you have time to backpedal and pretend nothing happened between us, because that way if anything ever happens to me, you can tell yourself you don't care, and you don't feel the pain.

I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?""All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you"His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?""I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me.

In public, you__e Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you__e Jocelyn Butler__ou__e hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,_ he breathed. __ like that I know that. I don__ like the fact that other men do too.

She would see it as betrayal. Nothing more. Nothing less.

...And you, you better run because i'm going to destroy you for what you've taken from me.

I don't know whether to be proud or appalled that danger, blood and death inspire you so.

Regret, Joss. Regret does awful things to a person.

Might there come a timeWhen we stand over a graveAnd mourn ourselves?Mourn the past, a previous life?Shall we weep for the passing of time?Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams?In my naivety; in my beliefIn immortal youth, I sleep walk through life.Someone... wake me up.Please.Wake me up.

I__ glad you__e quitting the bar.""You are?""Yeah. I__e never liked you working there, and I miss you at the weekend.""Why didn__ you say anything?""Because you seemed happy. It__ sort of my life mission to make sure you stay that way," he teased.

Live young. Live hard. Love deep.

The thought of hurting him ripped me apart. Ripped me so totally, that I knew, I cared more for him than I did myself.

That's it...I'm completely giving up on boys and concentrating on staying alive.

I don't want this heart, it's split in two.

Cam and I just broke up."Cam laughed, hugging me even tighter into his side.I huffed, trying to wriggle free. "What are you doing?""Getting back together with you.

It was one thing to deal with monsters that were human in appearance. Another thing entirely to deal with humans who were monsters.