I don’t read much of what I write because I worry about unintentionally borrowing something.
Demon, angel, all the same thing if you go back far enough, or cut deep enough.
Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading.
Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it’s fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?
She’s useful to me, I’m useful to her. As long as that continues, Rowan Street is safe from an old-lady smack down of epic proportions.
First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
I might be half Derek’s size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.
When you accept a leadership role, you take on extra responsibility for your actions toward others.
Maybe my expectations for honesty are too high.
I opted for the rear door, both as a courtesy and so she couldn’t freak out about me showing up on her front doorstep for all of East Falls to see. Being the village pariah does make social calls most trying. -Paige.
All I could think about was him, and how much I wanted this, and how incredibly lucky I was to get it, and how tight I was going to hold onto it.
This is what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn’t care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.
After the woman left, I set my coffee down and opened the bag. Two muffins-double-chocolate and blueberry bran. I texted Adam a thank-you. I’d just started eating the chocolate muffin when he texted backPut that one down and eat the bran. It’s better foryou.
Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we’ve been formally introduced.
My past was a private obstacle, not a public excuse.
He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.
What’s next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.
There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.
Great. So if I saw a guy standing still, and he wasn’t wearing an old uniform, I just had to ask him to walk through furniture. If he stared at me like I was crazy, then I’d know he wasn’t a ghost. – Chloe.
Here I had a wonderful man who cared for me and I was screwing around with a self-absorbed, conniving monster who’d betrayed me in the worst possible way.