A war was coming either way. Now all I had to do was choose my opponent

When I watched Lifetime original movies, it took me a day or two to get over the idea that the cute boy next door is actually a serial killer.

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is!

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.

I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?

I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.