Yep, that's me. I know. I know. You're humbled I'm here, feel like throwing rose petals at my feet, blah, blah, blah. No need, though. Just try and think of me as a normal guy -William

You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.

No one could ever truly be free as long as they loved, and life wasn't worth living without love. So freedom? Overrated.

What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!

That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.