young-adult

You two are bad, sneaking behind Mr. Caswell__ back, getting a little something, something on the side.

Elle, what happened to your prudish behavior?_ Elle laughed. __t took a back seat when I was given a mate so hot that he could cook bacon on his abs.

I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return.

Jake's in trouble.'Luca rolled his eyes. 'What now?''He's gone off somewhere, I think I know where, and I don't think it's good.''Cant that boy ever stay in and watch telly like the rest of us?

Sometimes books feel like the only thing that keep her sane. Actually, she knows that they're the only reason she's still even vaguely okay right now. That's what she clings to: reading great books and seeing great films and, for as long as she's immersed in them, being able to forget, if only for a short time, about the reality of her life.

For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.

Evolve? Like a Pokemon?' I have no idea why I say this. I think I'm kind of going into shock, and the first thing that pops into my head when he says evolve is Charmander evolving into Charizard.

He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. __eboth know I__ not a gentleman.___eah. Okay, let me out. I__ tired.___here__ something else,_ he said, and I groaned.__hat now?___his._ He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers weresandwiched between us. His eyeslooked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.__h, no, you don__!_ I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hardagainst his chest; it was like shovinga tree.__es,_ he said very softly, leaning down. __es, I do.

I hated all this: the mystery of myself.

With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.

Her guardian sighed and looked back down at his book. "I can't tell you how much I look forward to these mature and scintillating conversations. Still, when the old Ari pays a visit, let me know.""Old Ari? I was sarcastic to you before.""True." He nodded, turning the page on the paperback. "But there was this era bewteen scared, sarcastic Ari and this new-fangled five year old Ari where you were actually a decent person to be ar

So young and yet already carrying a great burden on her shoulders. Do not worry, my dear, I will make sure you can protect yourself and others. Because you are our hope _ sweet, darling _ Arima.

I know Matt is your friend, but I think he__ a douche bag.

Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,_ he said, turning to face me. __oth will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?___ot likely,_ I said, __ut let's get on with it.

You don't appreciate the things that come easy. The things we fight for are the things we keep with us forever.

A stream of light shot out of her lips, it wasn't blinding though, it was luminescent. It stopped abruptly and Aaron saw the light leave her eyes before she fell, and he swept in to catch her crumpling form. Eric was right beside them in a flash. "What did you do to her?_ He seethed at Darragh, jumping to his feet and tackling him.

Intense sunlight rained down on a half-submerged city. Waves crashed between buildings that stood like waterlogged tombstones. Skyscrapers of smashed glass and twisted rusting metal jutted from the churning swell as islands of broken dreams. A familiar tower with a familiar clock face_Big Ben. London stared back at Blue. What was left of it. A sea-drowned cemetery for a time and a place long dead.

What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.