The Way It Always Did.

I Want To Be A Writer. I Do Not Want To Spend 40 Hours A Week Handling E-mails, Formatting Covers, Finding Editors, Etc.

You Really Do Hate Me, Don't You? I Mean, Destroying Someone's Ice-cream Cone? That's Vicious." Her Cheeks Reddened. "i Didn't See You There. Honestly." She Wiped At His Shirt More Frantically, As If She Could Prevent It From Staining If She Rubbed Hard Enough. "oh, Now I See Your Plan, And It's Far More Devious Than I Thought." Daniel Smirked. "you Were Looking For An Excuse To Grope Me.

Unfortunately, Zombies Aren’t Very Flammable, And It Went Out Instantly.

I Predict A Long Reign Ahead Of You. Years Of Being Referred To As Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, My Liege, My Queen, My Lovely.” “i Don’t Think That Last One Is A Formal Title,” I Said. “it Should Be.

You Know Something?" He Lifted His Head, And When He Turned To Me, He Had This Strange Look In His Eyes. Almost As If He Was Really Seeing Me For The First Time. "i Don't Think I Ever Really Lived Until This. I've Never Done Anything That Mattered Before, But Now I'm Fighting To Save My Life, And Yours. And I Know It Sounds Really Cheesy And Lame, But I Don't Think I Ever Really Felt Alive. Not Until I Met You.