Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

A Hundred Yards Away, Mike Newton Was Lowering Bella's Limp Body To The Sidewalk. She Slumped Unresponsively Against The Wet Concrete, Her Skin Chalky As A Corpse. I Almost Took The Door Off The Car.

I’m Just Going To Do What I Want Now, And Let The Chips Fall Where They May.

You're Not Like Anyone I've Ever Known. You Fascinate Me.

You Know, Jacob, If It Weren’t For The Fact That We’re Natural Enemies And That You’re Also Trying To Steal Away The Reason For My Existence, I Might Actually Like You.