C.M. Stunich

There is a demon inside of me. Not a literal one, of course, because such things don't exist. Not that I've ever seen anyway. But there might as well be because I can feel something deep down that doesn't belong in this world, a darkness that permeates my being and shadows the world around me. I don't usually let it hurt anyone _ not intentionally _ but it is ravenous. It demands to be fed. Sated. Set loose every now and again. Most people can't handle my demon.

When you start something, make sure that you're willing to take the time to finish it right because, honey, the work you put into it will be more than worth it in the end. The best things always are.

It wasn't necessarily that I wasn't a fan of fairies. Really. It wasn't that. It was that I wasn't a fan of being taken hostage by a group of fairies.

Men come and go, but best friends are irreplaceable.

The toughest fucking moments in life are the ones where the whole world is a big, fat unkown, where chance has more power to change your fate than you do. It's then that you're gonna want me, Sali, because me, I'm a sure thing.

Still, the seeds of change have been sown in my mind, and they will not be easily forgotten.

Sometimes you don't get to choose your partner. Life chooses it for you.

(...) before they actually admit to the big 'L' word. Love or lust - what's the big, damn deal? You're going to _fuck either way, right?

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium._

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

To be brave, you have to fight against something that scares you. That's the rule.

It's all so sexy and cute and romantic...until the music changes to "In Da Club" by 50 Cent.

You can't escape your past by running from it.

It means something, but it doesn't change anything.

Please don't sing and dance," I whisper, but it's too late. He's snapping his fingers and doing this sexy groove to the music. It should look really stupid - and it kind of does - but with his tight abs and his tattoos and piercings, it's really just...precious.

What I'm trying to say, Brooke Overland, is that I want to be your nanny."That's seriously the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life.

He plays with his lip rings, using his tongue to slide them in and out of the holes. Aaaaand that was imagery I so did not need.

Turner's openness is starting to become more and more appealing to me. At least I know what I'm getting with him. And I still need to tell him about Dax's kiss. That, and his proposition. I haven't had even a single second to get him alone since, but the secret is burning a hole in my pocket. I need it gone. It's like I'm allergic to the fuckers now.