young-adult

So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?" Cole said dryly. "Why didn't I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.

Whuppins were like kid taxes we paid with our behinds.

The two men's eyes widened when they saw me charging toward them. One of them dropped his hold on Grey, letting him sway dangerously over the edge. Both men reached for their guns, but it was too late. I was nearly on them. Fortiter.I slammed into Grey, my momentum carrying us over the low edge. I briefly heard Karl shout, before the wind filled my ears. We were falling fast, and the pavement rushed up at us at an alarming speed.

Dear Diary: I have a confession to make: I__e become a total idiot over French pastries. They__e my new favorite food. My new-found edible souvenir. My new favorite sin. Dunkin Donuts is so yesterday.

He gestured at me. __o you like the blanket?__ nodded. __t__ warm.___ made it. Well, actually, I didn__ skin the animal, but I did kill it_.after the others pinned it down. It__ werewolf skin.__y heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.__ slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother__ idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

What do you want to trust me with tonight?" A sigh escaped forcefully, waving the white flag that I was a melted, scorched woman at those words. "Anything," I whispered back.

The last time I checked, I wasn__ the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped... after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a flip-flop that had somehow ended up in the sink.

She leaned back, closing her eyes and blowing out a thin wisp of smoke. __e was always a good-looking man. Your eyes are from him, the same blue, but you are slimmer of build and have your grandmother__ exotic face rather than his rounder, friendly one. He was a bit of a bounder, as men of his looks are apt to be.__ grinned at this, adding to my mental picture.__e married as often as_ she blinked, laughed, __ell, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.

He held out his hand to Sophie, just like Mrs. Pentstemmon, but a little less royally. Sophie levered herself up, wondering if she was meant to kiss this hand or not. But since she felt more like raising her stick and beating the King over the head with it, she shook the King's hand and gave a creaking little curtsy.

He smiles at her before ever opening his eyes. The innocence in his face ensnares. Wraps her heart in a cocoon.They did this to him. The Society. Constructed that smile with malicious expectations. Now she must rip it off his face. Because she doesn__ deserve his love. Or Gage__. This madness coils around her throat, darkening every inch of her soul.

Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She__ suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale is empty. Invisible hands reach into her body and constrict around her windpipe. She watches her friends collapse like supernovae, their cognizance disappearing into a black hole. A black hole she__ quickly cascading into. The dark consumes, bleeds into her vision. She blinks. Catches icy blue eyes peeking out from the shadows.

Now when you say staring, are you including yourself in this assessment? I recall you taking in the view on several occasions.""For the last time, I was not staring at you." I was a terrible liar. "Now, if you're done, I'd like to finish asking my question.

His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.And it delivers.

Because even if we were struggling, we had goals. It didn't matter that we weren't there yet. What mattered is that we both experienced setbacks, and full-blown failures, but we got up, brushed ourselves off, and kept going-and were making the best of it.

Why aren__ you smiling?_ Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video.__ecause this is the beginning, not the end.

It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.

Uncle Joe pulled the L.E.F. from his head and his side arm from his hip. __e don__ have five minutes.

Then I rest my head on his chest and I feel the beating of his heart, even though it is not as fast as mine at this moment. I imagine that his heart can be as cold as an ice vial or a steel shield that will never be penetrated by any kind of feeling that makes him more human and less insensitive. ~Emily