Penelope Douglas

Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she__ different, I told myself.

But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he__ come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.

But that was two years ago. She wasn__ sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn__ feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn__ wear them. I didn__ want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

I call it the __uck up, own up, and get up_ policy. Make a mistake, admit it, and move on. We all screw up, but a man solves his problems. He doesn__ make them worse.

You have to have something to love. Something to fight for to make living a goal instead of a job.

It's odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there's barley any separation between who we are and who they are.

A man who stands in front of a woman does nothing more that block her view. She needs a man standing next to her.

It__ odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there__ barely any separation between who we are and who they are.

Experience is the best teacher.

The first thing that came to mind was an angel. Her hair flowing and shiny. Her legs dangling, long and smooth. She looked perfect where she was, like a painting.And then I remembered that Satan was also an angel.

It__ just you, Little Monster. Own it or it will own you.

Gotta love a woman that can hand you your own ass.

Everything is just giving me enough air to get to the next day without you. I never stopped being yours.__e dropped his head back, letting out a sigh.I swallowed, taking my chance. __ love you, Jared. I__e always loved you, and I will always love you.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

You turn me on._ He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.___od, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.