new-adult

This isn__ going to be a cute little storybook you can close when you__e done. You open this and you__e going to be letting things out you cannot possibly imagine. And believe me when I tell you this is no fairytale.___li (Darkness Of Light)

It was me__ dangerous cocktail of pissed off and hurt.___mber (Darkness Of Light)

Fuck you!_ __ight here?_ He crossed his arms. __hat definitely wouldn__ help your getting over me.

I freeze when I come face to face with a naked man__ chest. Why does this keep happening to me? Trying to keep my eyes averted from his very naked lower regions, I look up.

She looks so broken, I don't want to hurt her more.

Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

They say past performance is indicative of future behavior. If there was any truth to that statement, then I knew I had to be careful of the choices I made. My decisions were much more crucial now, as they affected the entire human population. One wrong move, and I could possibly wipe out the world. That was one thing I definitely didn't want on my shoulders.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear."How human you are," he whispered.

After months of separation her friends still catalyzed her thoughts and challenged her opinions and wrangled with her emotions, and she was relieved to see that they still slid into the familiar patterns, the comfortable ruts of long-established personalities. It was nice but it also worried her. Could there be room for growth? How could you change around the people that knew you best, who knew you backwards and forwards and knew you so well that they defined themselves by you and you by them? How could you possibly evolve, like really evolve and become a whole person all on your own, when your own makeup was inextricably intertwined with someone else__ perception of themselves?

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

If love were human I would__e set them on fire by now _ a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I__ breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love__ destruction, its mortality filling in the hollow of my ribcage without a heart.

I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.

The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.

He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all train of thought and strip naked. His lips were red and a little swollen from our kiss. And I'd be damned if I didn't want to nibble on his lower lip, too.

He tilted my head up with his index finger. Tingles spread on my skin. "Pain, obstacles, betrayal and all shitty things that happen in life shape everyone, just as much as good things do. Don't regret anything if in the end you can say you're an amazing woman.

When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.