That must be love: when everything else in the world could implode and you wouldn’t care as long as you had that one person standing beside you.
Jocks usually aren’t smart. Their muscles feast on their brains.
Call Stella ‘Trash Can Girl’ again and I’ll beat the h— out of you. In fact, call her or anyone else anything ever again and I’ll do the same. I’m done saying nothing. I’m done letting you treat people like crap. Do you hear me?
I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.
But then again, I shouldn’t judge. That is, after all, my pet peeve.
Here’s the thing- I love you and I love her, but I swear to God I’ll kick your ass if you hurt her.
It doesn’t get better,” I said. “The pain. The wounds scab over and you don’t always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you’ll never be the same.
I bunch Rachel’s hair in my fist. The silky strands rub the spot between my fingers and I press my lips to her head. My heart hurts and soars and hurts again, all at the same time. I said I love her. Love her.
Anyone who ever makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable, Breanna, you tell one of us. You’re with Razor, which means you’re family.
The worst moments are when my entire family is in the same room. With the people I should love the most surrounding me, I feel the most alone.
Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me
we were nothing more than actions to reactions – helpless against our own fate. It’s true. I react and others pay.
How many more of us are faking the facade? How many more of us are pretending to be something we’re not? Even better, how many of us will have the courage to be ourselves regardless of what others think?
I’d like to somehow find the courage to be on the outside who I am on the inside.
Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.
You can`t change destinies already written, that only happens in fairy tales.
I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.
It’s like I have this large black hole in my brain and it’s sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.
As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
I kiss him. My mouth on his. Without fear. Without thought. All of my emotions, my love, my trust, wrapped up in this embrace.
Her tactics are brutal. The Marines could employ her.
Typical me–hurricane that leaves nothing but destruction.
I walk with my head high, shoulders squared. I’m better than them. No matter the whispers and taunts they throw out. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.
I promise I’ll protect you now. I won’t let them touch you again. ” “I know you’ll try.” I can do more than try.
Violet moves, a readjustment, and I expect her to pull away. But instead, she leans further into me, her head on my shoulder, and her sweet scent becomes a warm blanket. No other place I’d rather be in the world right now. No place at all.
I promise I’ll take care of you,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.” Even with an army of motorcycle guys outside that door, I firmly believe him.
She’s my girl now and I’ll do anything for her at any time. I’m in love with her.
The most dangerous guy at my school-the lone person who makes me feel safe-is reveling in the way I am touching him.
Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn’t equate to gospel truth.
Isn’t it always the things that you can’t see that hurt you?
Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden – blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.
I’m right and wrong, moral and immoral, good and bad, a hero and a villain, and I’ve been just as capable of truth as I have been lies.
Food shouldn’t be half-bad. It should be all good.
Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?
Hate the sin, not the sinner, isn’t that what good people say? Or are you asking yourself at what point does the sin overtake the sinner?
He has a wide gait and I struggle to appear casual as I attempt to match his stride. His shirt’s back on, which is a sin. He could definitely give Echo’s guy a run for his money in the abs department.
For the second time since meeting her, Echo looked as if I’d slapped her. Water pooled at the bottom edges of her eyes, her cheeks flushed red and she blinked rapidly. She’d succeeded in making me feel like a d*ck … again.
Do you think people can change?” I ask Rick “Yes.” he answers plainly. “There are those who can.” That grabs my attention. “So you believe it’s possible?””Miss Stella.”He gives me his teacher-to-pupil stare. “Its boils down to choice.
Where the hell is your guard?” She shouts. Damn if she doesn’t sound like Haley. “I’m tired.””Do I look like I care? You’re getting the hell pounded out of you. If you want to tap out, then tap out, but don’t stand there and let him win.
I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you’re trying to love mine. I love how you trust. But mostly, Emily, I love you.
Cupping her face, I reclaim her lips and gently guide her body next to mine on the bed. Rachel’s tank rides up and my fingers explore the satin skin of her belly. There are so many places I long to go, so many places I crave to tak
Her soft lips kiss my jaw and my body temperature spikes. Holding on to Rachel is like holding on to a flame. It’s a soothing burn and an addictive burn. Her kiss is pure fire.
Just a shower. If you want me to stay on the opposite side, I will. I won’t kiss. I won’t touch.”Echo flashes that siren smile. “What if I want to kiss you?”“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?
She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho
The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.
My body screams to stride over to her, wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her until she’s drunk on me and slowly remove every article of clothing on her body.
He loved me.Noah Hutchins had told me he loved me, and that had made the past week at school absolute hell.
I know who I want to be and I want you by my side as I become that person.
Why is it when people are proud of me that my life sucks?”“Because growing up means making tough choices, and doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily mean doing the thing that feels good.
Aires and Echo Emerson. Their mother must have hated them to give them names like that.
I came to this house for safety. They came because the foster care system ran out of homes. We stayed because we were stray pieces of other puzzles, tired of never fitting.
The worst kind of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
Emotions is evil. People who make me feel are worse. I take comfort in the stone inside of me. If I don’t feel, I don’t hurt.
Normal. She wanted normal and so did I. “You know what’s normal?””What?” She wiped away her remaining tears. “Calculus.
The entire room turns and stares. There’s no doubt what they see—ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don’t care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed or the guy she
You know a lot about math,” I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of “Hey, you have hair and it’s red and curly.” Real smooth.
What if I’ll always be the person on the outside? The person who doesn’t belong.”“You belong, Echo,” he says against my temple. “Right here with me.
Noah drew me closer to him. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.
Noah?”A welcome voice – not my mother’s, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom.
I don’t like how he holds on to her and don’t like how long he’s holding. That doesn’t look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else?
Baby, you’ve got enough strength and tenacity to takedown drug dealers. You’ll be fine.
Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and we’ll figure out the happy ending part later?
I’m not a princess but Ryan is a knight, he just belongs to someone else.
Echo is my life. My life. I lover her. If there’s a chance I can make her happy… If I can save what’s between us… I’ll do it, so fucking tell me!
Running is still running. It doesn’t matter if it’s a physical move from one place to another or if it’s to within yourself.