High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

I Hated Myself For Needing Him At Such Times, For Craving His Strength Whenever I Felt Upset.

I'm Not Writing Great Literature. I'm Writing Commercial Fiction For People To Enjoy The Stories And To Like The Characters.

Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

I See You, Ben. I Always Have. You're In My Pack." He Pulled Away. "what If Being Packmates Isn't Enough For Me?

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face