So you have you price," I said with a mouthful of crumbs. "Your soul for a cookie." Fang made sure Dr. Martinez wasn't looking and then shot me the bird.

I don't think of myself as a writer.

Men suck, even imaginary ones

I have an idea. It’s risky, and Max will kill us when she finds out.” Iggy raised his head. “Sounds like my kind of idea.

Love means never having to be apart

Max-I'm not going to die today.

Do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?