young-adult

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?___ wasn__,_ he shouts. __ was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.__than scoffs. __eah, you did._____ an idiot.___eah, you are.___hut up.

It's just...how do I put this? Maybe it's just hard for me to imagine turning down something that's so much harder for someone like me to find.

He__ focused on something__r someone__ver her shoulder.The harmonious warbling of the rainforest morphs into organized disarray, as if a primitive maestro has thrown conducting to the wind and let Mother Nature take over. Birds trill a warning as the breeze rustles the plant life. Wings flutter overhead. A crescendo of stridulation changes tempo, the insects seemingly performing a sonata as the rhythm shifts yet again.__hat__ho is it?_ Summer asks in a strained whisper.His gaze lands on her, his brows furrowing. __he Forsaken.

What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.

Ah, youth!It was a beautiful night...The moon was out of orbit.The stars were awry.But everything else was exactlyas it should have been.

She never looked nice.She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

East Hollow is full of tormented souls._ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out of the way of a wayward man with armfuls of carrier bags.__ow that is the attraction.

When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate._ His finger circles the dip of a burn mark on her forearm. __his is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.

I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?

No matter what I did, I was hurting someone. There was a constant battle of emotions going on inside my head, but even though I still cared about Tom all I wanted, all I needed, was Mika.

Flashes of my past lives kept crawling across my vision. I had Akima__ laugh, Eve__ blind ability to love, and Marrah__ unwavering belief in family. I was all of these women and none of them. Their souls carried along inside of me but unmistakable from my own.I saw their lives in pieces, their triumphs and sorrows, loved ones gained and lost. They were all different yet somehow the same. We were sisters and daughters, lovers and wives.Pacey O'Brien-Lilith

I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.

Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored.

I want to get to know you a little better._ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I__ sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy little shivers throughout my entirety.__ don__ understand you_ you said you want what you cannot have. Isn__ this a form of torture?___oes a person who wishes to lose weight not taunt themselves with sweets? Does a person not go by the same window every day, just to glimpse the piece of jewellery they long for, yet can never attain? We torment ourselves every day with things we cannot have. Perhaps it is torture, but perhaps my request is genuine.

If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.

It's said that we can all choose our own destiny. But sometimes, for a special few, destiny has no choice but to choose for you.

Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. __ammit!_ he says again with more feeling. __hy does stuff like this keep happening?___ou say that as if it__ a bad thing,_ Rob says, smirking.

A normal life? Now that__ the real fairytale." From UNDER MY SKIN