young-adult-fiction

Hey, Mrs. Jakes, how come people can__ afford new shoes or food, but they can still buy candy?_ She smiled and waved him off. __h, people will always find a way to buy chocolate, Elliot. Chocolate is forever.

You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.

Whoa, who was that?___adison Stone,_ Kiara mutters.__ntroduce me to her.___hy?__ecause I know it__l annoy the shit out of you.

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me.It was the f***ing story of my life.

Do you really think that Tutankhamen would have taken a chance on some pale girl with pretty eyes had you not been the priestess of Anubis?___ou did._ The words fall out of me.__hat?__ look up at him. __ou took a chance on me._ I sit up, breath heavy in my throat. __hen I was nothing but a dead, lost thing.

She wants me. And I am terrified, knowing how much I want her back.

I had shaved my beard for her-a huge disappointment, because I__ enjoyed my three weeks looking like a bank robber.

Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.

(Every great character, Iz, be it on page or screen, is multidimensional. The good guys aren't all good, and the bad guys aren't all bad, and any character wholly one or the other shouldn't exist at all. Remember this when I describe the antics that follow, for though I am not a villain, I am not immune to villainy.)

She ran from the shame, slammed his door behind her and ran, away from the pain and the moment when he had been so close to her mouth he could have kissed her, the thought that made her feel like her heart would burst.

There is a part of me that no one ever sees.I hide behind a mask of heavy make-up and ever-changing hair and clothing. I try to reinvent myself. It doesn__ work. There are times when I am bone-crushingly sad. I just want to curl into a ball and hide from the rest of the world. But, I plaster on a smile and play the game for my family and friends. They call me a free spirit.I wish I were free. I feel like I am imprisoned by my own mind.

Feeble human body, hey?_ Mikael said it in the way that he had, that made everything sound slightly naughty and sexual. I aimed three quick jabs at his head, which wiped the innuendo off his face.

It was while bent over, trying to breathe through the pain of bruised ribs, with the sensation of spit running down his cheek that Jason decided he was going to die.

But it hadn't just been Sebastian who had been watching me. Rather, it had been tribes of merman and mermaids, who had been curious about this newcomer in town that could outswim any school of small fish.

Where there is light, there is a way out of the darkness

Be proud of who you are.

Reading is fuel for the brain. Writing is fuel for the spirit...

I was a wildflower that would continue to grow in the most unexpected weather.