It's us, Stephen said.Oh, thank God, said a voice.Callum emerged from behind the Dumpster. Even with all that was going on, it was hard not to take notice of this: he wore only his underpants and his...
Last things were so strange. Most people had no control over of what their last acts would be.
Kissing is something that makes up for a lot of other crap you have to put up with...It can be confusing and weird and awkward, but sometimes it just makes you melt and forget everything that is going...
Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.
It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.
It was like she had been punched in the gut. Stevie said stuff like that all the time and was told she was wrong. David said it once and got a nod and a compliment.Oh, the magic of dudes. If only they...
Is this all right? he asked. He was using that very low, somewhat husky universal kissing voice. Huh? I said, because I am sexy.
Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends.
Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.
You want to play? Ellis yelled. All right, then! I played as a kid, bitches!There! Oliver yelled. That way! Toward Boulevard Périphérique. There! There!The car swerved abruptly to the right. Ginny he...
You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.
What are you? I asked.I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams.And how long did it take you to come up with that? Jazza asked.I'm a busy man, he replied.
These houses had been plunked down with an alarming randomness -- unevenly spaced, on crooked lines, like whoever had designed the place had said, We'll just follow this cat, and wherever he sits down...
She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exa...
I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater.It would would be easier if you just said porn, Scarlett said.No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.
Charlotte, dressed in a very short-skirted policewoman's outfit, was leading a dancing brigade, jumping around at the front of the room, her long red hair flapping up and down like a matador's cape. S...
And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I'm armed.
Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.
What you lack in any investigation is time. With every passing hour, evidence slips away. Crime scenes are compromised by people and the elements. Things are moved, altered, smeared, shifted. Organism...