I Told You, Computers Are Like Women.

Memories Of Ice And Trent Surfaced, And I Wrapped My Arms Around My Middle. I Had Saved Him, And He Had Saved Me. What Was Wrong With Us?

Trent, Do You Have Any Weapons? Like A Gun?” He Looked At Me In Disgust. “you’re Here To Protect Me,” He Said As He Closed The Distance Between Us And Stood Beside Me. “you Didn’t Bring A Weapon?” “yeah, I Brought A Weapon,” I Snapped As I Brought My Splat Gun Out And Aimed It At The Ceiling Where The Sounds Were Coming From. “i Just Thought That Since You’re A Freaking Murderer You Might Have A Gun, Too (...)

You Are The Devil To Talk To, Rachel," He Said Curtly. "will You Shut Up And Listen?

Making A Spell Is Easy. It's Trusting You Did It Right That's Hard.

The Undead Did Not Love, But They Remembered Love With A Savage Loyalty.