romance

I gotta say, I was really feeling the robe, but there's something about a girl in cartoon pajamas that does it for me.

You didn__ tell Summer about it, did you?___hat?_ Gage scoffs. __eah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.

Blood might be thicker than water, but love was the most powerful magic of all.

It doesn't matter if it's the real world or fictional," I insisted. "Crushes are the best part of liking someone, and they are completely safe. You get all the benefits of fantasising about someone, but none of the he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not drama. It's all the good parts with none of the parts that make you lie awake at night all angsty.

Well I'm not going to hope that you get hurt, but if you do, remember that you're my damsel in distress, and no one is allowed to carry you.""I don't remember signing a contract.""All the more reason to promise me now.""What if you're not around when I get hurt?""Send word, I`ll come running.""How big an injury does it have to be? Because sometimes I do this thing when I stand up too quickly and my ankle kind of twists a little---""Sounds serious. You don't want to put any weight on that. I`d better carry you the next time that happens.""What if I skin my knee?""I`ll carry you.""Charley horse?""I`ll carry you.""Chipped toenail?""Not worth taking a risk. I`ll carry you.

She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.

Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn__ even know her anymore. The truth is, she__l never be the girl she was seven months ago. Too much has happened. Too much has changed.__hy__ you do that?_ Summer cries.__o save you,_ he says.But there__ nothing left to save.

Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don__ belong here.

But pearls are for tears, the old legend says," Gilbert had objected."I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes__hen Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables__hen Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had__hen I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy." -Anne

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.

We all know interspecies romance is weird.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?___ wasn__,_ he shouts. __ was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.__than scoffs. __eah, you did._____ an idiot.___eah, you are.___hut up.

It's just...how do I put this? Maybe it's just hard for me to imagine turning down something that's so much harder for someone like me to find.

He__ focused on something__r someone__ver her shoulder.The harmonious warbling of the rainforest morphs into organized disarray, as if a primitive maestro has thrown conducting to the wind and let Mother Nature take over. Birds trill a warning as the breeze rustles the plant life. Wings flutter overhead. A crescendo of stridulation changes tempo, the insects seemingly performing a sonata as the rhythm shifts yet again.__hat__ho is it?_ Summer asks in a strained whisper.His gaze lands on her, his brows furrowing. __he Forsaken.

She never looked nice.She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

East Hollow is full of tormented souls._ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out of the way of a wayward man with armfuls of carrier bags.__ow that is the attraction.

When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate._ His finger circles the dip of a burn mark on her forearm. __his is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.