She shuddered. What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.
The little kids by the water threw their hands in the air and squealed, chasing each other in circles.It was hard to believe that I’d ever been that small. That young. That happy and clueless. They ha...
She drew herself up and crossed her arms over her chest. So Buck can enjoy sitting in a cell contemplating how he blew up his life. That dickwad hurt two people sitting at this table. And you’re worri...
I had become Harry Potter. Except I was thirteen and not magic, and my destiny, whatever it was, held no profound purpose.
We were encouraged to propose safetyprevention suggestions, and write them all down— locking doors, walking or exercising with a friend, wearing shoes that don’t hinder running. Erin’s suggestion of A...
Apartó las lágrimas de mi rostro.- ¿Cómo me has encontrado?Sacudí mi cabeza.- Quizás estoy exactamente donde debí de haber estado, después de todo.
Having pretty much burned every bridge he crossed, our friendship was like a malfunction of his usually deficient people skills.
Elegir estar contigo no es una difícil decisión Jacqueline... Es fácil, increíblemente fácil.
—Elegir estar contigo no es una difícil decisión Jacqueline —él suspira, moviéndose hacía atrás por última vez para mirar fijamente mis ojos—. Es fácil, increíblemente fácil.
And I want nothing more than to wrap myself around him and be carried away to a place where I don't have to think. A place where there's no guilt or fear, no right or wrong, no divine punishments or s...
I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.
I shrugged. I guess that guys who’d never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would, I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but the...
He fell for all those things, and when she died, it was like someone had extinguished the sun, and he had nothing left to orbit.
He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.
When I was a child, I sometimes wondered if you were my guardian angel. Now that I’m older I know that you are.
Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote, The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Inside, I stop and stand motionless in the centre of the glass and chrome atrium of my manager’s building. As I stare at the photo on my display, I realize one thing. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t real....
I felt the threads of connection between us—fragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were craving to fit inside the other, and is melting and reshaping could be d...
My mother always pouted that it was actually her paintings and not her charm, her beauty or her sass that made him fall in love with her. He'd always insisted that it was definitely her sass. I knew t...
I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption
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