non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.
Iām just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.
Storytelling was the most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone.
I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. Iād just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.
love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.
You gonna back down so easy, little sister?. Not much wild about you, is there? I bet that cottage doesn't have a scratch. Did Edward tell you how many houses Rose and I smashed?