young-adult

Dark haired guys are so, so much better.

Marika was a book nerd and had a TBR pile taller than her. She was a sucker for YA

I don__ know. I guess I__ just like to see you live one day for yourself.

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear__ach is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

Because I never realized that you could fall in love with humans the same way you fall in love with songs. How the tune of them could mean nothing to you at first, an unfamiliar melody, but quickly turn into a symphony carved across your skin; a hymn in the web of your veins; a harmony stitched into the lining of your soul.

Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn't equate to gospel truth.

We live in a complicated society, Bromley__ne that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

I knew I was not alone. They would never leave until ever last one of us was gone.

From my bedroom window, I can see the sun peeping through the clouds. London certainly isn't a city noted for its climate, but I think, sooner or later, you get used to it, and live with the weather. For most of the year, everyone and everything seems to be tucked up cosily in grey cotton wool, but Dickens said that fog is a characteristic of London, didn't he? This climate could go hand in hand with my dismal humour.

Funny story. A bunch of people -- the cult -- blame the appearance of abilities on the invention of the internet.

May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

Perhaps death is just a big lie.

I love you too much to lose you over something so little. __oommates With Benefits.

You've got nothing to be worried about," he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, "because, baby, I'm all yours.

Riley took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said, nodding. "You're right. We can't stop. We can't let this continue. The organization will do horrible things to their hatchlings and undesirables even if there are no rogues to take the fall. If I don't keep fighting Talon, who will? "I will," I said softly. He chuckled. "I don't know, Firebrand. Think you can handle a dozen hormonal teenage dragons if I go down someday? " I lived with an obnoxious twin brother for years," I responded. " I think I could manage." He arched a dubious eyebrow, and I sobered. " But that's not going to happen, Riley, because you're not going to die. This work, what your doing now, is too important. Someone has to stand against Talon, to show our kind what the organization is really like. And your not the only one who has a chance." I raised my chin, my voice firm. " You can't let them win. We can't let them win. And I'm going to do whatever it takes for us to succeed." Riley was motionless, watching me with gold eyes, and I held his stare. " I'm not walking away from this," I told him. " Or you. I'll keep fighting, however long it takes.

And why did he have to call me __uiet_? I hated being called quiet. People always said it like it was some kind of deficiency__ike just because I didn__ put everything out there right away, I was unfriendly or arrogant. My mom had understood. You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room

Draft ThreeBecause I never realized that you could fall in love with humans the same way you fall in love with songs. How the tune of them could mean nothing to you at first, an unfamiliar melody, but quickly turn into a symphony carved across your skin; a hymn in the web of your veins; a harmony stitched into the lining of your soul