Ultimately, A Great Thriller Is A Roller

Maybe He Was A Good A Good Whitecoat—like Jeb. And Maybe The Moon Was Made Of Cream Cheese.

You Can Help Each Other, Max, Said The Unwelcome Voice. You're Perfect Complements To Each Other. "shut Up!" I Hissed Under My Breath, And Dylan Looked Startled. "i Didn't Say Anything." Gritting My Teeth, I Nodded. "no, I Know. It's Just-" I Decided To Take A Risk And Stare Him Down. "i Hear Voices, Okay? If You're Gonna Be Here, Get Used To It. Or Else Keep Your Distance.

It's The Ciiiiiiiiiiiiircle Of Liiiiiiiiiife!" Iggy Sang

Fang Was Going To Kill Me. And After I Was Dead, He Would Kill Me Again.

I Learnt To Love Reading. And Then I Started Scribbling Stories, And I Liked That Even More.