Liar, she spat. Because the only way anyone will ever be okay with me is if they love me. Really love me enought to not care that I'm damaged. You don't love people. You have sex with them. So how cou...
Will you go outside on the 28th and watch the meteor shower? I know what you're thinking: 3:00am? But I think it will be beautiful. Besides, it will be cool to know that you're watching the sky at the...
Like you know anything about living. You never take a risk!I’m here, aren’t I?But not fully engaged. When the hell are you going to step outside of yourself and experience what’s going on around you?...
Lila sat in the passenger seat and I sat in the driver’s side of Aires’ 1965 Corvette. She’d come home with me to act as my barrier for Family Friday—or as I liked to refer to it, Dinner for the Damne...
Yeah, I'm great. And I meant it. It's a small humongous realization: I'm always going to be scared of something-spiders, the dark, being on my own-but I don't have to let the fear be in control.
Maybe I’d died two years ago and unknowingly entered hell. Doomed to spend the rest of eternity living with my father and stepmother and retaking the ACT over and over again.
Maybe this is what happens when you fall in love. On the outside a lighter is nothing amazing, but it holds all the ingredients that can create something wonderful. With a few pushes in the right dire...
Most people avoid me, easily leaving two feet between us, and here is this little warrior trudging into battle without armor.Terrified I’ll break her, I weave my arms around her and hug her back. My e...
Mrs Collins brushed past me. My mind remained blank as i watched her walk down the hallway. For the first time, i missed the brain cells i'd fried.
Though she wouldn’t admit it, I think she also wanted another few minutes to rock Alexander.
My father was a strange combination of drill instructor and Alice’s white rabbit: he always had someplace important to go and enjoyed bossing everyone else around.
This family does not accept ‘above average.’ My daughter will excel. My father spoke with the air of a deity. He might as well have added the phrase so let it be written, so let it be done.
You belong, Echo, he says against my temple. Right here with me.
Noah and I—we’re brothers despite not sharing blood, and Echo became my sister the day she put a smile on his face. They’re my family and I’m going to fight to keep what’s mine.
Noah didn’t walk, he stalked and I loved the mischievous glint in his eye when he stalked me. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my hair. I love the way you smell.
Noah didn’t walk, he stalked and I loved the mischievous glint in his eye when he stalked me. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my hair. I love the way you smell. I swallowed and tried to rei...
Noah doesn’t hold hands often. In fact, it was one of the few rules I understood, and it’s not lost on me how special this moment is. It’s like the roses. Noah’s showing me his love.
Noah felt strong and warm and muscular and safe and he smelled, oh, God, delicious. I couldn't stop kissing him if my life depend it upon it: his lips, his neck, his chest, and Noah seemed as hungry a...
Noah – his hair hiding his eyes, keeping the world from seeing his soul. Isaiah – a sleeve of beautiful tattoos that frightens the normal and entices the free. Me – the poet in my mind when I’m high.
Noah's fingers lightly touched the long thick ridge below my left shoulder blade. His voice pitched low. I'm sorry, baby. No one else knows, Noah. Not even Lila. He kissed my back as he slid his hand...
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