Addison Moore

Sometimes duplicity and treason are markers of the enemy, and sometimes, the failed intention of a masterful ally. But, nevertheless, as they burden you with a vexing brand of love, they become nothing more than the kiss of Judas, pressing a crown of thorns into your flesh.

They say the only way you can truly kill a Celestra is by fire. I would gladly lend myself to the flames to peer down eternally over this sinful disgrace of a planet that houses cowards such as these.

You taste like sugar," he pants through a smile, still out of breath."Somehow I doubt that. But I appreciate the thought.

Too bad one night couldn't turn into forever.

The path of destiny pulls you forward. It exhumes you from a state of being and propels you towards the juncture you were created for. A new frontier that you are forced to tread with a cross on your back, heavy as a boulder. When you fall to your knees at the hands of your betrayer, you can only hope to find the one sent to carry your burden -- shoulder the journey towards your final punishment.Sometimes duplicity and treason are markers of the enemy, and sometimes the failed intention of a masterful ally.

He takes a hold of the back of my neck.

Play hard to get. You should be.

Gage opens the door. I__ not sure whether he gets out or Logan yanks him into the street, but a fight erupts. Full throttle kicks to the balls

Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun. You can beg them for mercy, wave the white flag of surrender, but the only true elixir for the vitriol they bestow is a measure of hatred dispensed of your own.

The thought of my mother talking to me about sex makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork, gouge even deeper and scramble my brains to prevent the conversation from ever happening.

She gives me the finger and turns back around. "Did you see that?" I flinch at the gesture. "That is completely illegal in here.

Anyone ever teach you to run away from danger _ __on__ be stupid Ellis._ I open the door. __hat__ where all the fun is.

I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.

Heck, I don't know what it is. All I know is that my mind fractured like a mirror one day and here I am almost ten years later still cutting myself on the shards.

Mark my words, you will rue this day, lament it in tears. You will come to me on your knees sobbing, begging for forgiveness. But I will tell you now and I will tell you then, you are on your own, Skyla.