young-adult-fiction

Oh. C__on, pretty girl. I like it when ya scream._ The leader breathed into my ear. I spat as good as I could on his hand. He jumped back glaring. I said, __unny. You like it when I scream? Yet you cover my mouth!_ I laughed then winced.

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn__ be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

Jace__ husky voice almost came out in a purr. He said, __ou want to make a bet on that, Charlie._ Oh yeah, he can sell that stuff alright. __o worries,_ Jace was saying. __ only have eyes for you._ He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I swatted him away. Jace laughed. ~Jace~

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.

And in the absence of even a hint of an exchange, Joaquin spun around and lunged at Ross, grabbed him by the throat, and knocked him down. With dry, brittle leaves and debris suddenly thrust upward, the two were covered in a dark, hazy hell as they pursued a violent struggle for what seemed like an eternity. As he gained his footing, Ross shot back with a punch to Joaquin__ head followed by several body punches. Joaquin stumbled backward and fell giving Ross those precious, few seconds required for escape.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that __verything in the world exists to end up in a book,_ and if that__ true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare__ Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.

She reached behind her back and pulled out slender, black nunchucks and simply invited them to come get her. Their eyes could barely follow the chucks as they circled around her shoulders and torso slapping back and forth, and up and under, while she remained focused and composed with her eastern, tomboy flair.

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn__ I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. _.

Upon reaching the preserve, everyone knew that the explanation of this incident was dreadfully imminent. With parents already on edge, the looming task of crafting a story out of thin air was one that was not only sickening, but would place a larger wedge between father and son.

The Dark Stranger nodded in agreement knowing the time had come for the boys to know more, but it would not be tonight. He grabbed Kinsu__ arm, nodded again, and then ran off into the night. With Chase and Rhee standing behind Kinsu, whose hair was briefly whipped from the air flying from the Dark Stranger__ cape, they understood that they were all alone. They had no clues to a dramatic puzzle which had simply been forced upon them. __nbelievable,_ said Kinsu. And they all walked away feeling somber, drained, and still wondering, who was that girl?

I always win.

I want to confess. I thought that her story was comprised of scenes. I thought the tragedy could be glamorous and her grief could be undone by a sunnier future. I thought we could pinpoint dramatic events on a time line and call it a life.But I was wrong.

She paused in the doorway, tipping her head to consider Brittany, who only glared. "You're right. I think most girls don't look like the tooth fairy dresses them every day.

She knew this day was different and worse, much worse than before. This was the day that Bethany began to believe their lies. And not only did she believe them, she silently repeated them, causing more damage to her soul and spirit than anyone else on earth could have ever done to her.

When you touch a man's body, he will enjoy the moment, when you touch a man's heart he will remember it forever.

I really want to believe that when our Quiet Waters kids wake up in the middle of the night, scared, they__l remember being in their bunks with John and Kate and Whit and me right there protecting them,_ he said. __ hope we gave them that sense of belonging because I know there__l be times in their lives when grasping at those bonds could mean the difference between making it and not.