young-adult

When life hands you lemons sometimes you just have to say screw the lemons, and bail.

I can tell you that the only ting in the world that makes sense to me right now is you and me.

Love or hate my work. I write not to impress. It's just in me to give.

The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. "Storm?" I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled "non-perishable.

He__ not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he__ come to wither and rot inside. But she__ still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.

I stopped looking at the cars after the first few miles. Once I started to see past the exteriors, I saw what lay inside some of them and felt the urge to sprint to the nearest freeway exit. Some people had tried to outrun The Plague by leaving town. They hadn't realized the illness could still find them in their cars, and now the 405 was one of the largest graveyards in the world. I thought for a moment about all of the other cities across the globe that probably had scenes just like this. My eyes stung, wondering if my mother, my dad, or any of my friends were in similar graveyards.I made the mistake of glancing into an overturned Volkswagen Beetle as I passed and saw a pair of legs clad in jeans and white Jack Purcell sneakers in the shadows of the car. They reminded me of Sarah's shoes. The man who laced those up that morning hadn't realized he wouldn't be taking them off again.

No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he found himself staring down the barrel of a single-shot caplock pistol, and halted in his tracks. It was not a particularly accurate weapon if he remembered correctly, not that it would matter at point-blank range.

Well that__ open to debate,_ he said. 'It sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, and I hate the thought of you throwing yourself at guys just to try and get laid. Christ, I__ do you myself if I thought it would keep you safe.___ow that__ true friendship,_ I said, cracking under the severity of his tone.

Heroes, well, they don't live so long. But they're muy suave, and we all admire them.

You can't keep resisting my irresistibleness, Natara Stone. You'll give in eventually, and I won't quit until you do.

Yeah, well. Don__ be that guy, Brady. Don__ be the guy who loves his horse too much.

This is Lonesome Ridge, so we__ be the lonesome young,_ I pointed out. __ounds like a song.___ounds like a heartache,_ he said, tightening his arms around me and resting his cheek on the top of my heard. __ don__ want to be lonesome. I want to be with you.

But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

When I make love to you,_ he said in a low whisper right by my ear, __ want to be able to give you one hundred percent of my attention. Right now, with the Unit on our tail, I__ going to be giving you less than fifty percent. I__e got one eye on the door and one on you, not to mention a gun under the pillow. Not exactly the accessory I imagined.

No._ Dorren shifted onto his knees, leaning towards her. __his is just the beginning, you__l see. You are his weakness and you will ruin everything.

You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than some victim he has to protect. Why he thinks it his duty to protect you from the inevitable, I do not know... unless he knows something we do not...

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

He pulled me back to him, stroking my hair as if to calm me. Tears sprang to my eyes and melted into the water around me. I didn't want to die. But people died every day. What hope I had for heaven's existence faded away, and I realized I would simply disappear.